AN ELEGY OF A DUSKY DROP

⁯Dusk was a dark one
The sun kept hiding
Creepy shadows lengthened
And clouds kept roaring...
Thunderbolts
Howls of angry winds...

You sat alone...alone
Behind your lonely window
And watched the cattle
Returning from the pastures
And the darkness
Engulfing every single soul
Sparing nothing
Not even the windy howl...

You felt the shadows growing
Around your dark presence
A creed of emotions
Of some promised return
Burnt your heart...
You wrote poems
Abstracted and dark
About some dark history...

Yet a drop fell
From the stormy heavens
And your dark eyes...
The first drop of monsoons
Perched on a green leaf
With a melancholic tickle
And a muted thud
Ran along its spine...
So did your emotions
They creeped down you
In some serpentine way
Your pen felt restless...

Rains poured on...
On the thatched roofs
And on muddy roads...
A shadowy coolness
Spreaded its wings
You fell asleep
With a restless heart...
And you slept
And slept...

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The Pantomimist

He never said a word where None would suffice. And really Words were luxuries, wrongfully Labeled as necessities Freedom who, freedom where Freedom when, he couldn't go Home, which home was it really !! He didn't say, he smiled sad This is your place, this is where You belong, they always said He never used words, he never Raised his voice, he only smiled sad Borders and limits and words Languages, cultures, Nations Religions, loyalties and societies Freedom from whom ? Freedom when ? The home was long lost among Those borders drawn and the earth Divided, for whom ?? His earth, his love His birthright. He never said a word. Kisses were perversely preferable than wars He made love to the earth in a very profane way Across the borders of the living and the dead Though he got murdered, did the pantomimist die !!!

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