Twenty years have passed since
I last greeted my old town streets.
Something small, something naive, feels different,
for the children’s chuckles are no longer heard.
True that,
we’ve all gotten older,
and everything has changed.

Twenty years have passed since
I last walked into that scent.
   That aroma from the bakery has been forgotten,
as wasted there stand ruins of a memory.
True that,
time heartlessly moved ahead,
and everything has changed.

Twenty years have passed since
I last imbraced this starry night.
They seem too embarrassed to share a glance.
Perhaps that is normal, coz now I'm a stranger.
True that,
the skies have forgotten me,
everything has changed.

Castle on the hill

A lot lies in this valley that hide,
secrets in woods and stream reside.
Dying tales of history here persist,
protected like a mother by dazed mist.
Holding head high, you see past go still,
standing with pride, a castle  on the hill.


It stands tall, it stands bold,
look and you’ll find every story it holds.
As you adore this breathtaking view,
it slowly reveals it’s chronicles to you.
It yarns of glory and pride tranquil,
telling it’s tale, a castle on the hill.

But as you reach it’s forgotten  threshold,
it’s old scars and welts you behold.
To cruel history it’s gratitude it owed,
to fangs of revenge alas it’s head it bowed.
So it breaths it’s last, at outskirts of belleville,
dying of ignorance, a castle on the hill.

The eternal waves pound the sea shore,
and go away.
The shore patiently bears it.
the deep sea calls,
and calls again.
The shore patiently hears it.

Neither sea nor waves change their ways,
nor does the sea sway.
In deep, it's call echos forever,
as if a devout prays.

Seasons change and ages go,
they all remain same.
Neither sea nor shore gives up,
in this nature's divine game.

So learn all ye men to stand,
firm like rock in your faith.
Never abstain thy belief in him,
even in phase of death.

If silence had words,
untold secrets wouldn’t prevail.
If silence had words,
Life wouldn’t be such an intriguing tale.
The unsaid wishes would be said,
from broken hearts of living dead,
If silence had words....

If silence had words,
Fragile emotions wouldn’t be breached.
If silence had words,
All depth of heart thoughts would have reached.
The tormented would have smiled,
Joy would return after being exiled,
If silence had words....

If silence had words,
There would be happiness all around.
If silence had words,
Fabrications  buried would never be found.
Each day would worth nothing less a pray,
but a poet would have nothing to say.
Only if silence had words..