Rustles of wind in the air, morning breeze brought you along,
Swishing, whispering, rustling, the wind had perfume of you in the air,
Like a morning primrose bloom, the wind brought heart’s prayer,
All the way from far across the land, the wind brought you along.
With your pretty pitter patter dainty little feet,
You draw a mastero’s brush streak as an aesthetic treat,
Like the early morning dream you make me yearn,
To fly high like you, in the higher sky, I too want to learn.
Like the sun’s ray at dawn and dusk that glitter,
A warm welcome my sky gives to your flutter,
And as the sun slowly slides down yonder deep,
You caress the branches of the nature’s green to sleep.
The soul heard your song in the wind carried across like a flute,
The Piper singing his song, in the far away land of desert roses,
The wind carried you home back to me in the form of a fragrant poises,
For the time froze and waited for the blissful union in mute.
A Love so deep, a love so pure,
Like never have any mankind felt before,
What is that I have, that you bestow,
Such love, upon this life of mine so low.
Weighed down by the troubles of the world,
When I rested below the tree, little did I know,
That would be the Calvary’s tree which would save me,
And Lo! On the Calvary cross lay my Savior who loves me.
What did you see in me, I ask again,
To the one who tells me his love for me is everlasting,
He smiles, a beautiful smile and beckons me,
To rest my head on his chest, close to his heart.
The love of my heart he knows, in the purest form,
For anybody who loved him had to be pure as he was pure, The heaven came down for me, to wipe away my tears…
Have you heard anyone speaking with a sound of silence,
Have you heard anyone singing with a sound of silence,
Have you ever been in a conversation with someone in a sound of silence,
Have you ever listened to someone who talked in sound of silence.
Life goes on for most of us in sound of silence,
You listen and I hear what they speak in the sound of silence,
They hum and whistle and I sing along with them in the sound of silence,
And the chorus of the song we all sing along in the sound of silence.
The raindrops fall here, knowing the rules of sound of silence,
The thunder is as silent as the mute following the sound of silence,
The perky birds chirpy in the morning in a sound of silence,
The night in it’s blanket of darkness listens to the sound of silence.
The inner voice within us screamed out loud in a sound of silence,
None heard, no, not even me, the scream so loud the sound of silence,
The wind blew and touched the flowers in the meadow in the sound of silence,
Like the sweet scent of the earth after the first rain was the sound of silence.
Words of reason muted down by the sound of silence,
Whisper or scream all the same in a dream within the sound of silence,
Loud empty rounds of fire from the canyon cut across the sound of silence,
The flashlight beames into the stillness of darkness with a sound of silence.
The dark grey clouds in the sky, ready to burst any moment,
Are they angry or just full of emotions dormant,
No one knew, none dare to ask too as they drifted closer to their clan,
Hurriedly here and thither they ran before the pitter patter began.
Pulling towards the burden of a sky of grey clouded bond,
Or do the grey clouds intend to stay on safe shores friendly and fond,
Or just pushing away towards a distance beyond,
Towards shores beckoning a bond,only on shores friendly and fond.
Tiny clouds binded the earth and sky with it’s droplets, into the earth it disappear,
Are you the fire which unfurls the melting snow which flows down like a tear,
As you floated and glided in the sky with the wind which blow,
Tranquil your spirits seemed and along you bloated slow.
Journey through the once blue and now grey sky and space beyond,
To transcend the struggling mind within, unaware of the end,
Mind tussles and scuffels, in the vast space ahead endless,
Searching for an unknown cloud filled sky, the heart has an unsettled distress.
Like a furnace, your eyes adorn, the dream of a tomorrow,
A dream waiting to dawn, in the wake of a morrow,
My breath within me singing a swan song, so soul stirring,
The desire to be something is so much in me burning and daring.
As a tidal wave when emotions flare up,
Rains in the form of care from afar soothen,
The wounds which still remains raw and open,
Where no eyes reach, tends to hurt, the within so deep.
Tear filled eyes in agony is a story of the past,
Clouds drift in without warning, only difference is,
It rained in drops from eyes before and now it rains as,
Hopeful water source in the barren land so vast.
A sense of despair has become the thing of past,
Life goes on just like that without a pause so fast,
Everyday, every minute, every second, life matters,
In turmoil is life, future so full of strife and in tatters.
Long past the prime, the darkness was dark blue,
When the heart breaks into two, how can there be pearls true,
Is there any ears which hears the soul stirring lament,
But I stood the ground, deep rooted and stone adamant.