i  remember when we met by the harbour light
with the moon above lighting up the night
we would sit together counting stars above
the night when we met when we fell in love

how we held each with the moon so bright
in each others arms by the harbour light
looking at the clouds as they go floating bye
in the sky above floating way up high.

all these special things are in my memory
for ever in my heart they will always be
memories to cherish that i will always see
of the harbour lights where you first met me

watching all the ships as they sailed away
heading out to sea as they left the bay
in each others arms with the moon so bright
where we fell in love by the harbour light

all these special things are in my memory
for ever in my heart they will always be
memories to cherish that i will always see
of the harbour lights where you first met me

Where are you Devi ?

Up in the Kailasha
in the arms of Mahadeva
snowclad silent in meditation
while down below in their settlement
humans in the belief you've come down
adorn you with flowers with their hands
and with those same hands **** own blood
rob own kin debauch mothers and sisters
crowd your place of worship with no piety
but for selfies with your image on the background
for Devi unbeknownst to even you
you're no more the Shakti
the prowess against the Evil
but a commerce, a commodity
in the hands of men of 21st century
who know to worship only money.

Fix the drama -
this play in my head.

A convoluted tale
that sees no end.
A wrenching story
entwined round an overused plot.

A lone actor.
Assuming different roles.
The heart, the mind
and sensibility.

Words of comfort
and swift resolve,
evaporate quickly.
Scathing verses
take root and fester.

Wayward thoughts
and rising beats...
Caught in an abrasive loop.

Fix this drama -
I keep playing in my head.