Once upon a summer time
A little girl just shy o’ nine
Richer by a dozen
And five a dime

Happily she hopped
Across the street
Caught all the more unawares
By the car that screeched

Swerved and swiveled
It was all too late
Lost in smiling thoughts
Among roses she was laid

He thought of how it all began
His interpretation of evolution
Just it was not called evolution then
16 years, the established sat unabled
To catch the world unawares
Unprepared to confess the murder
To the Church superiors

One day
On distant lands
An obscure butterfly catcher
A suffering frail man
Amidst bouts of fit
Confessed of a thesis
For how it all began

A short letter
From the unknown
To known
Wrote a part of history
Now only the scholarly see
That small piece of paper
Sent worries and fear
For chances of a sure fame lost

Being of influential stature
Along with his council
(a few facts overlooked)
Proved his seniority
For the thesis that brought
The Monkey among
The creation ultimate

To today
Charles Darwin;
Survival of the famous
His evolution everyone knows
Albert Wallace;
Slightly forgotten
In pages now grows dim and old

Sounds of 2 pm choke my mind
It’s too hot; too loud
It asks too much
Whence there is little to give
I sit; cradling a broken heart
Bandaging pieces
So ruthlessly torn apart
Rocking to and fro
I pray for peace to rule

She sits still
Frozen in pain
Hesitantly she watches my every move
With those tear filled eyes
She begs to be noticed
Not for what you look
For the pain in her smile
Rocking to and fro
She waits to pass in oblivion
With the world trapped inside

Stop her!
I wish to scream
To fight; to kill
For her
Disregarding when she says
“I don’t want to be saved”
I will rescue her
I am the savior within
She is only to call
A hint of a whisper
In that broken heart this she knows
She is worth the save
Till then
I will beg, plead and pray
To be let out
To tell yet again
She is not just the savior within
But also without.

The old blue swing in our yard
The seat of my daydreams
Like a friend turned enemy turned friend
It is an ever watchful witness
Of my ever changing life.

All that remained
To
Run and pray.
So
I ran and I prayed.
I called upon the one
They’ve named ‘The One’.
Unending footsteps,
Constant clatter,
Murmuring of excited noises;
I heard
Only that
And my heart’s pounding.
I ran
No direction, no destination
I only ran.
An open window
Promise of The End brings
Hopes of respite
Seconds of rest
For The End is a Beginning
To
Run and plead
Freed from a pack
To continue running.

This life
Forced!
Were you pushed in the midst; or
A yesterday’s decision now you live?

It weighs on your heart
This thorn stuck in your side
The unknown driver roots
You to that dreaded spot

Tears now glisten your eyes
Tears of pain, of anger to world and within
Fall to wet my cheeks
You are swallowing that lodged pill

Alone we walk
Separated in indefinite space
Our worlds
Set on automatic

What would love be?
Without devouring souls
Abandoning fractioned spirits
As pale sand in water dissolves

Alone we are walking
Together, in infinite space
Our worlds
Set on automatic.

I have seen him, day and night
to wake at random
at his desk –
to write.

He begins,
overcome by a wave
barraging his mind,
his words, his soul.

There begins a pile
of torn pages
burying further
few forgotten dreams.

A man united he has been
to rise, to fall through the ages
to forever remain
united still.

Probing
his past, his pain,
those faces;
he’ll write a new dream

A solitary vision
yearning to soar
to reach
in a celestial embrace.

His rise, from a confined desk
for a final stand
to present
a few pleasant verses.

A letter;
Lone on the table
Fate’s dealt his hand
Familiar blue envelopes
Fingers tremble; all hearts sank.

A whistle in the dark
A skip in his step
A smile on his lip
In love
Oh! Fickle love
From dusk to dawn
Yet a free man the next day
For he will move on
Silently the letter exchanged hands
The whistle died, steps slowed
His mouth moved to a terrible no
No they cannot call me!
Rage inside, he resigns
Who says war is great?
Heroes die there every day!

On a crisp white paper
An ardent one writes
Reminiscing of yesterday, only one thought
“She said yes! She said yes.”
Its fall outside
Starting to get cold
He seals in a promise to be back in spring
He seals in all he can leave her with
His love
Oh! True love
Why now will they call me?
He walks out
Is war great?
Heroes fall there every day!

A knock on the door
“Son it has come”
Pride shines in his eyes
As a smile forms
No protests, no moans
Sorrows, promises, love and self
All he now leaves behind
His love
Oh! Just one love –
The kingdom’s call
I’ve been waiting for this so long
He closes the door
Of course war is great
Heroes are made there every day!

They meet, greet and end on one field
To return home a cold winter morn
A kin to all, the world mourns
Indistinguishable –
No marks, nothing to tell apart
None;
But the color of the flags
Doesn’t matter if war is great
Heroes are lost on every side!

I stood still
Watching
The waves crashing
Upon my heart
Upon the rocky strand

I stood still
Could you find me
Warmer or cooler
The sand beneath
Slipping further and further

I stood still
My mind racing
Untangling threads
From those undefined
Ever in vain

I stood still
Yet nothing stopped
Life moved
On land, water and in the air
Life goes everywhere

I stood still
Listening to it all
The voices – Louder. Louder.
Drowning thoughts; drowning sorrows
Buried in their cloak

I stood still
Chaos within;
Chaos along the shore; all around
Waiting
For death –
For love

I am standing still,
Still;
Wishing
Only for answers
Aren’t those the hardest to find?

Time has been engulfed in silence
A persistent loss of words, defines each side
They’ll shrug to only say
‘Such is life’

Silence is not so bad
Just mars your soul to no repair
On a road to no return
You re-begin your life

Tomorrow promises to be in line
Yet another today
They’ll push and pull; make you mind
The life (they say) you were meant to choose

What makes me then wonder?
If it were all to be so simple
Humans evolved for just a life
How then, do we differentiate the living?