I was walking along the path
It was just another ordinary patch of land
But there seemed to be something about it
What it was, I did not know

I became the gardener I never knew I was
It became my thing to do
To prepare the soil and let it grow
To become a beautiful garden

I knew the rains and the storms would visit
To make it more beautiful in the end
But sometimes, the soil gets washed away
Leaving behind just an empty hole

And all that is left is me wondering
Where did the beautiful garden go?
But then yet I tell myself
I am now forever a gardener

[To you, friend...hope you will forever be a gardener]

I looked upwards for a sign
And all I saw was the clouds
They seemed to be in a hurry
They had to get to somewhere

These were the passing clouds
That I had seen all these years
The many that I had ignored
The many that I had forgotten

This time I ask them to stop a while
But I couldn’t speak the language
The drops came down soon after
As if the angels were mourning

I still looked upwards for a sign
I started searching for the silver lining
I started searching for the colors of the rainbow
I started searching for the colors of hope…..

I was afraid
I didn’t speak

I felt miserable
So I spoke

You didn’t speak
Now I was afraid

I feel lost!

Then I opened my eyes
I saw there was beauty in this world
Hope is the one thing that lives forever

There is sometimes a rainbow after the rains

The poet talked about
The road less travelled by
Now is it my turn to take
A road I have not taken before?

I hope it will lead to the meadows
A land to cherish and savour

I started off not knowing
But now it seems
There was no other but this road to take

I look up at the skies
And pray to the gods
That they may take me
To where I belong

I stood behind the bars
I looked at the skies
Was I the one who was free?
Or was it the clouds and the wind?

I realized then
Free is a state of mind
I could be on either side
It’s only in the mind

I could live
Or I could live
But in the end
It all stops with me

I am what I choose to be
I am who I want to be!

I stay in the ivory tower of life
The world seems a lovely place from here
Does it seem different at ground zero?
They called it a reality check

I may never know for sure
Will they ever be the same,
The tower and the ground
The question is finally the path and the answer

Sometimes reality isn’t so bad after all
But it just needs reminding at times
To take a step back
And listen to the unspoken

I stay in the ivory tower of life
But I pray I never forget the language
Of doing the right thing
For the people who matter

The words behind the words
I look for a story in them
I wish for the perfect next act
But then it never is perfect
That would have made no sense too
So I keep hearing the right words
The words that make me happy
I give it meanings that I want to
But then the other side wakes up yet again
And asks me ‘so what?’
Maybe I have the answer
Maybe I don’t
But then for now,
The words are good enough!!

The morning sun smiles upon me
I wake up with a smile
The dream passes into oblivion
The body wakes up after
The world seems awake by then
Then realization hits
That it was just another sliding door
I go through the notions of the day
And await the hour when sleep holds sway
I await another door
Another stage, another ending perhaps
Sometimes the mind thinks
What if the door was mine to choose
Alas! Be it ever so simple and plain
Then there would be no mystery in the world

The moments all wait
The events yet to be played out
The future waiting to be told
But then the voices are louder still
Telling me something
I hear only what I want to
Yet I fear I know what it says
But still I feign deafness
I pretend I do not know
The language of the unspoken
But in the end I tell myself
The future is just the future
There is no way around it
There are always the two roads
And it is a choice of what road to take
As the poet always said

It seemed like a normal day
I thought I had all the answers
I started to talk and sermonize
But then I realized
I didn’t know the question
I still ventured on
In the hope of being listened to anyway
But it didn’t matter though
The questions were different
So any answer would have been wrong
Maybe that is what they call
‘A point of view’