
I’m walking, my journey is incessant
What have I lost, what am I searching
These paths, these woods, these fences
Where are they leading me??
I dreamed the moon light, I yearned for the rain
But when I woke up, all I could see was this cloudy dark sky
The clouds wander in the sky impeding my craving to see the moon
I hear the frail song of a lone night bird, longing for its mate’s arrival
Oh lone bird…
This darkness covers this valley, but it could never wrap your shivering heart
I know these clouds make you sacred, all I wish for, is this rain..
But I pray to the angels
“Let your mate not be dazed in the drizzle”
“Let your love not be lost in the woods”
Don’t weep, don’t panic
I’m here..But I don’t know how to tell you this
I’m oblivious; I wish this wind could tell me how to console you.
Your tears are falling on my heart
Your song has become my companion.
MEMORIES ARE ACHE, NIGHT IS PAIN..
Let your song be the drizzle of this night.
I have lit up a thousand candles in the mountain of my heart for your love
I could see the angels guarding the candles from the misty wind
Your song reaches the mountain, it rambles in this valley
I’m no more alone in this heap,
Your song has turned into a chirping, my prayer has reached the heaven
Your mate reaches the nest, your tweeting is vanishing, and you got your love next to you
But it is yet to rain,,
Let me continue my journey, I have your song in my mind, you are no more alone
It’s started drizzling, both inside and outside..Let me cross this valley
It’s raining in the valley; those larks are counting the rain drops
Angels are covering my candles with their wings,
I hear the clang of the carillon,
Is someone imploring in the mountain, in front of those candles??
Are the angels getting drenched in this drizzle..??
Are those birds shivering in this night..
Where do I belong? What do I own?
Let me walk away...my journey is incessant...
I'm not alone, I have that feeble song..
Let me walk away…my journey is incessant..


I was lost in the poem. Life is a journey and there are always lone birds who touch your heart, make you stop, wonder and admire the beauty of life. Hard phases come at every turnin but der will always b angels to carry u away 2 safety. I really appreciate this poem. Its soulful.
ReplyDelete@wanderin cloud: i alwys consider this lyf as a journey..i hav prayed for many lone birds..bt was alwys oblivious 2 make dem aware of dat..ma candles r stilll burning..ma angels are still getting drenched..thanx a lot for spending ur tym on ma blog..
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