The Walls

That day when I sighed
Holding the hand of my love
And closing my eyes...

The cracks on my wall - yellow and pale
Took me on a journey where I inhaled, memories.

The hands that held me too tight,
Like the walls enclosing me in my sight,
And as they walk nearer to me
I could feel the paint, the mould, the cement..

And as I inhaled it, it was too much, too near,
Taking away something very dear,
My respect lay in shards and every piece I collected pierced my heart.

There was no where to go,
No lanes to escape in to, no boats to row
Through this river drowning me,
Taking me away from the shore

The walls now a part of me
And I hanged like a picture for the world to see
Admire or sympathise, tragedy or lies,
Everyday I breathed the same fear and cries...

Till I was dropped one day
The frame no more allowed to stay
The pieces I picked, my dignity a broken stick,
My soul, a paper with words written all over
Till I reached..

I reached a cliff where my tragedies were only a whiff of air,
And my soul was not my own
But expanded and stretched by a force unknown

With my scars displayed as stars
And I the sky, too high to be touched
Too beautiful to be enough
For my stories to be told
And my scars to unfold
For the world to see, forever.

My body cocooned in the soil lies
Amidst mud, dirt, memories and worms
Decaying away like it was only yesterday
When my mind gave birth to the fame

A star was I, rising higher than the western sky
Beautiful to gaze with my art creating a craze
I never said a word, it was all they said
Climbing down the stairs while shedding slowly


Too high was I meant to soar,
Cheers and Curses resonating in my core
But high did reach I, losing my pride
Stumbling and landing in my grave with a sigh



I sit near my window,

The curtain long and wide,

Hide my vision of the sky

All I see is obscured and in fragments,

I sigh!

But do nothing as my curtain flies.

The next day I sit again,

I hear the screams of a woman - sometimes garbled, sometimes loud like a siren,

And it suddenly stops.

My heart runs and eyes exhaust - too eager but too shy,

I sigh!

And go back to work.

The other day I woke up late,

I sit by my window,

Tired and I hesitate,

Suddenly there is pain in my chest,

Voices in my ears - unstable and insane,

I grasp the curtain hard, I try to pull it away,

But then I froze.

I tasted anxiety under my nose - delicious and fresh,

I relax, open my curled fist,

Let the curtain fly,

I sigh!

I see my curtain fly, too high today,

I get up to pull it away,

But footsteps are heard,

I turn back and see,

Masses and masses of people,

Scattered like leaves - dead and pale.

I try but I couldn't grieve,

There is a gun pointed at me,

I smell terror freely,

I open my eyes, pulled back in to reality,

I see my curtain fly,

I smile.

I sigh!

My days are over here, I need to go.

I look at my curtain, sit on the chair,

I hear the noises of the street - crying of children, scolding of a mother, songs of lover, laughter of girls, giggles of boys,

I see the sky through the curtain - cloudy and unclear,

I feel love not fear,

I get up and pull the curtain away,

The sky is bright and clear.

The street full of people too busy in the jobs so mere.

The windows of the neighbours clean.

The woman smiling with a gleam.
I walk away contended,

The curtain lies in the corner, perhaps offended.