On Those Long Lost Souls Of Old Fairy Tales

...And monsoons dance again
On that mundane wasteland
With muddy splash of oxen hooves
And tawny foams on sand.

New grass on my grannie's grave
Mud clad her head stone.
Unkempt in my foggy head
Forlorn fable's doom.

Rainy dusks perch on thatch
Waking memories deep;
Fairies danced in starry sky,
Prince tales 'fore I sleep.

Of dragons, serpents, wizards' tales
And of knights-brave,
Rainbows fading colors now :
I wonder what I crave.

Fairies won't come chanting charms;
I 'wait this bard to sleep.
I wonder who I 'wait,
I don't know why I weep.

Lost souls of those tales, today,
Wake in the dread of dark.
Floating unseen inside me
Along this time's arc.

And they remain unsaid,
Obscured and unknown,
Glorying in earthly scents;
Seeking solace in sombre monsoons...