Crawling my way across voids ‘n empty spaces
Trying to reach out to you for years,
Down, when the officious sun goes, and a wicked world sleeps
I tiptoe into your room, sing lullabies in your ears.
Rooted since the dawn of ages, a lone star in a distant galaxy
Melancholy, deprived; I implore, befriend me sweet child
And come away with me, relinquishing all your woes
Across a starlit Milky Way, let me offer you a joyride.
* * *
Distances spanning lightyears, a lifetime of billion years,
Sentenced by cruel Cosmos, how long shall mourn the tears?
The cries, silent sighs, the illusion of innumerable tries
Futile they all are, sooner or later you realize.
And yet, my scars are no one’s but my very own
To none, at any cost, I’ll shall make them ever known;
Striking a truce with the unrelenting destiny
Putting up a veil, I become a partner in irony.
And you too innocence, perturbed by the scruples of a wicked world
Having cried many a times in silence, wounded by harsh words
And how many times, I see the longing eyes, staring at me
And how many times, I try, in vain, to subdue your agony!
Yet now as we sail in dreamboat, let’s bury the past in its grave
A ray of light has come wandering in this dungeon, let's celebrate
We’ll laugh, sing, dance, and play, have loads of fun
To make the most of these stolen moments, as best as we can.
For, liberty is valued most by those who are deprived
Like the bird in the golden cage, that had forgotten to smile
Like the forbidden music of trumpet, to a brave, vanquished soldier, dying in pain
Like an ever thirsty desert’s longingness for rain.
And what I wouldn’t trade, in this well of pleasure, for one brief dip
Hold on for once, O' jealous clock, I fervently plead
‘Coz the sun wouldn’t shine forever, and rain would flood our lives
When we'd be separated beyond reach, by countless skies.
And you'd slip in your world, and I in mine,
Never meet again, perhaps, churn in hell's grind;
Yet the troubles 'n hardships can never deny the secret gleam of our eyes
The benedicitions of memories, a memoir of our forays into paradise;
It'd be a wonder drug for you, to withstand forthcoming years of vicissitudes
And it's elixir to me, to endure another age of solitutde!
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