Perched at the ridge
I wistfully recall
The days of mirth
Which elapsed
Like silent streams.
The lavish times
That uttered blissfully
Of pulchritude and warmth
Stand hushed as
The wronged stones.
The jolt that promptly
Led to crippled souls
And haunting ephialtis’
arose triumphant.
And the trauma,
as poignant as ever.
leered squarely through
My flesh.
As the phoenix
Disappeared into the night
So did the song
That carried so much of grief.
The melody strung
In the hearts of the young
Who believed so much
In the purity of souls.
But as the waves
Came crashing down
The beach turned silent
For it mourned for the calm.
The souls that had
Been ripped
From the living
Now watched, proud.
Because now,
They knew, knew so well
That they hadn’t been deceived.
I peer at the sky
And can only gape
For before my eyes
Stands my hero in a cape.
The whole alluring world
Propped before me
Sighs at the realm
And gestures at me in glee.
Could it be any more magnificient
Could it be any more truer
All those years passed
Didn’t notice, did the humans- poor.
How could one neglect
About what I ponder
All the marvels in this totality
One just grows fonder.
The stars and the moon
Aren’t they a wonder?
All I can do is gawk
And to this universe I surrender.
I whisper to the silent winds
Strong but hushed
As if stretching ears
To listen to my tales.
I apprise them of my agonies
The trees stand still
I wonder if they are gesturing
Me to go on.
I stand in oblivion
Awed by their equanimity
Are they suffering too
Or just forbearing.
And just as I’m about to depart
Leaving all my secrets within
The winds turn fierce
Begging me to stay.
Sometime soon
I have to retire
And as I peek out the window
The evergreens grow still.
pakhisaini 