Water to the slaves

An idea stolen from a little spark I composed: a little thought, a little flash of inspiration and some good music to go with it. Like soldiers who come only to conquer, like the wind that comes only once and uproots everything, changing lives forever. Like love that happens only once in a lifetime, and never resurfaces again. That feeling, that push from the past, into the future. With no turning back, nothing from the past ensues, it is erased; gone. For places visited just for remembrance, but nothing to be gained out of it, nothing to be erased and nothing to be added. Those harsh survivals, those chords played in retrospect and then forgotten, let's remember those once in a while.

Water to the slaves

With the thought that came

Came as an un-assuming sound

Like a mark-less hinge of thought

Took control, held drive of the voices we uttered.

Like swarms of flies that came once in a year

Like the Mexico in bloom from the Monarch butterflies

I breed this place like once in a year

Because often it hurts, stings to be here

So I come once in a while, and bring up a storm

To calm the rage

Within and without.

Hypnotized by the hazy dreams

The red-wine spills

And the turquoise coloured cloth hanging from the scratched walls

Those crumbling love-sounds

Dissolved in the acoustics of he world

Unsteady and stumbling.

Do I need to be here?

The memories are sweet,

The present, where is my sympathy?

Have I come here to be forgiven?

No, not now, not me.

Parched lips, looking for water

Blessings awaited, eyes look up

For when I came once, I pledged I would not be back again

Yet, we are here for more

Let's light up this world,

Let's colour it red, blue, orange and those colours you talked about

Let's bring in the life, you talked about

Let's shut the world outside, and build our own inside

This, this is not you

This, this is not us

This, this is not me.

And so we turn back

Our sympathies, gazing into the wine-spills

The cloth and its dismal fall accusing me of guilt, regrets

But I won't go back on that road again

I won't.

It ends; we have the world inside us

It lights up, it is enough to last me a lifetime.

It ends.

(27th December, 2011)