The Nightingale

Hear, hear, the Nightingale sings

Of a fallen Angel with welded wings.

The sweet song is sweet no longer-

Behold the Nightingale's anger!

The song's been hummed and strummed

On a table fingers drummed

Notes missed and lyrics rewritten:

so many people by this song were smitten:

They made it their own.

With her song the Nightingale, too, has grown-

Till that Angel came by, mocking her song

Singing it oh-so-perfectly along

Not a note missed, not a word changed

Each octave perfectly arranged

Don't you dare take that song from me-

Make it your own precious melody

Sing it shout it

Go anyway about it

Oh live with it the way I do

Let it grow with you-

The Nightingale won't sing tonight

She'll be gone by the morning light

Oh for a land where people have imperfections!

No Angels no false reflections

Onwards, towards the Sea!

A symphony of waves for me!

With the C#-minor scale of a gale:

Another song from, and for, the Nightingale.

The Prisoner Speaks

Prisoner(P): Oh Rain! Be a little quieter- I need to hear the whispering Wind in my ears.
Wind(W): Take a deep breath.
P: Ah! The smell of rain! Of mustard fields and brick kiln smoke... Of wet sandlwood and crushed chlorophyll...
W: We've been places today.
R: And now, so have you. But I see dust here in your cell.
W: Allow me to blow that away.
P: Thanks, I didn't notice it.
W+R: But we did.
P (smiling): As true friends do.
W: Messages from the world outside: It's still a weird place. There's still hate and war and confusion.
R: It's still a weird place. There's still hope and faith and love.
P: And her?
W+R: She refuses to be found. She's left no traces. No smells of cinnamon from her kitchen or incense from her prayers- Can you find her in your heart?
P: I don't know. I could find her once, but now...
W+R: We can't find her till you do!
P: Oh, she will forget. And so would I. It would be for the best.
W: Don't be a fool - you don't know what it means to lose a beloved yet- I do.
P: She could never love the way I have.
W: But she did love you.Befriend her again before she's lost forever.
R: Ah! My words were not lost on you, its heartening to see that. At least till the next grand love of your life sweeps you off again.
W: Oh, I'll be the one sweeping someone off their feet this time.
R: My! You learn fast!
P (quietly) : Find her by the Sea-
She still waits for me.
Waves erase her footprints in the sand
Tell her of this strange land
And my times here-
Oh tell her I still care!
carry with you the smell of this soil,
Of soap and salt and of eucalyptus oil
And bring me her messages next time you arrive!
Tell her that I won't give up, with friends and love I survive!

The Prisoner

It is their duty to keep me jailed-
And mine: To be free.
I walk the world in my four walls...
And see it with your eyes.
You communicate in my dreams
And all the life that touched you touches me too.
Oh-so-many worlds I've seen
People carry their world on their face:
Their personal hell or heaven
And eternity etched in wrinkles
each passing moment puts on their face
The roads I walk on begin and end here but
My heart walks with you
I wonder whose face and world you would show me tonight:
Till then; I'll see what became of my face
And hope that someone finds an escape in me.

The Dust

Yesterday's fertile soil,
I am tomorrow's sand
To be washed out of hair
Or swept off chimneys.
Hints of cobwebs and twigs-
To mark the places left unused.
To choke whoever I can.
Wipe me off for what it's worth
I am produced perpetually
Like the doubts in your head
Like the words you never said...
I'll be there always...
Don't let me accumulate...

The Smile

No gentle pleasure am I:
I am a discerning mind's lie;
No dimples of truth or teeth of laughter
I am the aftermath of many a disaster.
A sheild of happiness for the saddest sigh
Solace of the eyes that have forgotten how to cry
Mercy to friends, I save them the burden of a friend's grief:
I hide the heart so in want of relief
Mercy to myself, for I know not my friends or foes
Who would care for how my life goes-
I know not what I may convey
Don't look into the eyes, they give me away.