Sunday, 20 March 2016

The runaway girl

Out of the million stories
I heard one
Of a girl running
All over the world
Through the solemn storms
Through the unchained winds
In her only pair of shoes

Ran past the closed doors
The windows that never smiled
The curtains over the wounds
Under the greyish sky

Across ,
the letter box covered in snow
The chimney's smoke
The roads that never lit
The crowd's wit

It's one or two she never knew
Just ran with the wind that blew
Leaving behind the girl crying
On some Street in summer time
The lady who clumsily ran into
After a drink or two
And some one staring out of
A dusty  glass pane
Counting stars in vain

She ran umpteenth miles away
From the clouds covering her town
Away at the world's end where
The sun was rising up again
After the rain of a million days

Friday, 4 March 2016

Only if you could...

Only if you could talk to me
About the world in frames
For the some I have travelled
And you have been with me
Under the shadows and scorching heat
Into the rain and crushing the snow crisp

Only if you could talk to me
About gazing the sea under shade of tree
While I soaked my feet on the sand beneath
And you lay lazily next to me

Only if you could talk to me
About running in the grasses of land
Across the country road side
While traveling east

Only if you could talk to me
About nights under the sky
As I hum in the star light
And you stay up with me all night

Only if you could talk to me
About stumbling on the rocks in way
Hurting you hard and laughing as I fall
Still you stay strong as I brush the dirt off

Only if you could talk to me
About the world we haven't seen
telling me to unravel the map forseen
And you will take care of me