A nightbird's tale

In the breezy cold December evening,

As the tiny drops of dew

Trickled down through my trinkets,

I felt the wind whisper in my ears…

A known tune…which you used to hum

While I would read to you my favourite fairytale

Of the pretty mermaid and her dreamland prince.

Steering my way through the sleeping crowd,

I ride back to those forgone memories

In my prince’s white pony…

As the bristlecone pines swayed to the perfect tune

And the birds danced along, to the strings of the moonlit night

The stories we tied binding the sparkling little stars

Of us…and our seemingly forever times so bright.

You promised to be my shadow until death would have us part

And my silent whisper…

No more than the world,, you alone mean to my heart…

The strong gush of wind brings me back

Lo!!! It begins to pour..

The lightening roars have become louder ,, the streets lonelier..

I feel alienated in this wave of mortals…

As they rush for their homes in the drenching rain

I would rather not curse my mind for not stopping alongside some roadside stall.

Coz these are moments I feel closest to you…

My heavy eyes need not answer the questioning looks of the wanderers

And my trembling lips can call for you…unheard to the ringing ears of many.

How I wish I could wake you up

And bring you back from beneath the stone where you lie

How I wish the day they lit the hundred candles

Wouldn’t have been the day I had to bid you the last goodbye.

The roaring wind still sings to me the late night lullabies..

And the drizzle, as it trickles down

I feel your touch and you holding me tight;

Us running around in the rainy nights

After the home-bound fireflies..

How I wish you would have sent out a call

For me to be laid by your side..for us to build a world under that stone wall;

And we would have still weaved our dreams afar..

Through the tiny little dent...making way for us to reach to the stars.

Alas!! If only..