As The Waves Sway

The pieces of the structure I had built such tenderly fall apart

A brick falls down, sometimes a volley of dust

The sharp instruments that had once cut through flawlessly

Now stand rusted and useless

I have tried to keep the distance you seek

Why then does your light through the ventilators on the wall peek?

The further I run into the shade of the welcoming darkness

Further the caressing beams stretch

And now, I have lost my way meandering through the streets and by lanes

The old treehouse long forgotten…

But I really wonder, who lives a perfect life

I wonder who finds his way home everyday

Whom does the cyclone not blow away?

Who stays unmoved as the waves sway?

Am I a poet or am I a bard?

The more I write the more my words make me start

What I like, what I love keeps hiding behind the fog

I stretch my hand to rub it off,

It is the face I rub off                                       

But yet as I see your memories fade,

I can see my fingers your hazy image graze

I have run a long way off…people, memories, civilization long lost

The eyes brim over with unshed tears,

Yet again in my chest an unknown fear, unknown love sears

Even then the windows to the ancient tree house rattle in the breeze

Yet left open, open to the seasonings of the seasons

How many seasons am I divided into? How many lives have I lived now unto?

But I really wonder, who lives a perfect life

I wonder who finds his way home everyday

Whom does the cyclone not blow away?

Who stays unmoved as the waves sway?