Clear black sky, occasional light breeze..starless
And white clouds scattered like cotton shreds over black chart-paper
Empty streets, crimson yellow
With them neon lights glowing in full brilliance
Void of any rustling of dead leaves and barking dogs too
A lonesome night.. and a silent night
Stirred at times, by the occasional ‘call’ of a crow-chick
Which is invariably returned by the assuring ‘caw’ of its mother..
I see a tree, right up front
Standing tall and quite forlorn
Staring back at me, with those eyes I can never see
A steady gaze, unfluttered
I guess, trying to make its way through my thoughts,
That is horribly cluttered
Clobbering for some mind space, eh?
But there, I see you
Poised gracefully austere
With pure elegance and an infectious aura..
And as I sit here staring at you,
Staring back as hardly as I can
Putting up a brave face to defy all odds
That’ll inevitably point to my already sparkling eyes- unmistakably moist!
And as the night wears on,
I realized that I can no longer hold on
To those tears that slowly start to well up
In my eyes, that suddenly appear to be so small..
And so as I finally close my eyes
I feel ’em tears running down in file
And I open my eyes, to be greeted by the same soft silent gentle breeze,
The same forlorn tree, swaying gaily to the breeze
Like, nodding in assent or of appreciation of the deed..
And I see a jet-plane, flying overhead
Making its way through the sparsely hung
White cotton-like clouds,
With its floodlit neon lights gleaming ahead,
Like screaming it aloud-“yeah baby! That’s the way!”
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A.
15.8.10.