Gone Away...

On the Silver Oak tree,
I planted my childhood dreams,
I hid one that wintery night and the blue moon watched me.

Dropping late eve’ shows,
For stars were at stake…
I watched the wind dancing on the Asoka trees instead.

Joey my pillow is wet,
From tears I needn’t exuberate,
For now you are a good old boy,
I must be happy, but I’d much rather regret.

O’ Neem I know not your hooting call now,
For my ears are choked,
With a thousand million DB and some chorus of the smoke.

There are no sweet, round pebbles,
All I can pick is greed,
Of sugar-hungry souls, pouring out like ants from an ant-hill.

Watch me moon, watch me now,
Worming like a squeak,
Every day I push and pull at doodles of useless strings,
But stationery and frozen I stand, like a piece of meat,
Like packed in old newspaper,
Not a liberated kite, elated and in glee.

My home is here,
My land is gone.
My love is my happiness,
My family my strong.
That thing I cherish both here and there.

His love embraces me tender,
Just like the Guava tree’s shade.
In Maverick manure I grow,
It is pure beauty that I grace!
It's true love always there that seldom needs show!

Robin peck my bananas crazy,
Though I’m not behind the curtains, watching.
Squirrel cuddle the grass mad,
For in life there’s no stopping.
You never know when it’s sun,
When the clouds come marching.

Gone away to my love,
Gone away with my knight,
With him I shall return to make the earth my land…
As green as the Parakeet’s guise!
I promise.