The Street Singer

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
His voice was enchanting and blissful
Mixed with soulful emotion and passion
He wanted to reach out the hearts of the people,
Who were sinking into the favorite dreams
The winter was pinning into the depths of his skin
And his bones were murmuring with each other
His heart was like a fiery hearth which never dims
Radiating heat and life to his blood and soul
The twinkling stars of the sky lend their ears
To the emanating pain and fragrance full hopes in his voice

The whole day the singer wanders through the street
In the hope that somebody would reckon his voice
People were turning their face and moving off
Seeing his shabby cloths and dirty face..
The singer tried to hum a line from his favorite song
But, the scorching sun over his head took off his voice

The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night
The shining meteors brighten the horizon
And ended as a flicker in the vastness of the sky
The distant sky starts to turn red
The voice of the singer starts to get pale
The street singer sings of his dreams
To the deaf ears of the darkish night……

Open up

Open up your mind O.. friend
Let the words be poured out -
From the lonely dappled valleys of your heart.

Let the thoughts be calm and pains be eased
Let your mind roam
Beyond the reach of your tied up eyes.
Relish the blissful scent of a heavenly flower
And the enchanting music of a string
Let the melancholic moments of your life be forgotten
Let the smouldering wounds be healed

Some where in your deliberately forgotten dreams
You must have enjoyed
The quenching feel of a first rain
And the boundless freedom of a bird.
They are more than words
The depths and emotions of your whisper
Of a bleeding heart and soul

Open up your mind O.. friend
Let the words be poured out
From the lonely dappled valleys of your heart

The days of drought

The never ending drought seems to be ending
The soothing hairs of a silky rain
Covers the sight and cooling the depths
On the farthest end of the horizon
I can see a beautiful rainbow blooming up