Thursday, January 6, 2011

For K

And like the waves, overwhelming...
caught unawares, she listens;
and as the wind cried her song,
caught unawares, she listens.

Remembering days that were once,
caught unawares, she listens;
And while the cobwebs from the past clear,
caught unawares, she listens.

Vivid now, yet quiet still,
caught unawares, she listens;
as suffering moments flashed within,
caught unawares, she listens.

Slowly, the soul, it ate away,
caught unawares, she listens;
of how the need to prolong caused her withering,
caught unawares, she listens.

Sooner still, they haunted- as if at will,
caught unawares, she listens;
The memories of her laying still,
caught unawares, she listens.

The brave face, washed leaves of green,
caught unawares, she listens;
blue checks on white, so pale,
caught unawares, she listens;

Flood-gates now open,
caught unawares, she listens;
of morning chides, and frothy milk in tea,
caught unawares, she listens.

Washed pink turbans on wet gray,
caught unawares, she listens;
of 6 yards, pleated neat in place,
caught unawares, she listens.

Her scent, floats in softly,
caught unawares, she listens;
wet eyes knew the four-post creak,
caught unawares, she listens.

Caught in melody tempest brings,
4 beings and 2 more trudge on,
Closer at slumber, she brings,
silence framed dreams,
caught unawares, she listens.