(A collaboration with my good friend Aishwarya Nair. She interspersed my earlier poem, with a positivism that only she could muster. The words in italics are mine, the other hers.)
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark...
i wish the sun came out at night
of the darkness that frightens me
would creep away ashamed and silent
The barren branches and the boughs
stark reminders of the wind that blows...
the solitude that once was a blessing
is now a haunting...
i wish everyday was different
my melancholy would end
in the abrupt moment of time
for what solace lies in monotony
the end in sight as definite as it can be...
for once the light breaches the cloud...
and forever shall darkness secede...
i wish everyone was different
all the people i've known until
had just love in their hearts
try as you might..
the shards of time will pierce
the glorious day when disappears
into the sunset mists....
i wish the sea was calm
the troubles it cause,
the miseries and woes end it all
and the ripples fade into naught
the tide sweep away all thought
leave behind a single pearl of love
in abundance it shall be brought.....