Them

Beneath the gleaming sky,
I stand alone,
I see the stars, I see the moon,
They, staring at me
With the visions of their light,
They speak to me through the cool breeze,
Whistles in my ear the words of holy
I stand still, hear them speak.

The croaking of frog,
The sound of nightingale,
Waves of joys & of sorrow drifting in my mind,
Oh! I’m lonely I feel
Yes, I’m lonely
but not alone,
My senses, moments, gestures & thoughts
are here with me
playing with me, in me.

I happen to see the dusk
With the naked eyes
& feel
They sing lullabies,

I sat on the ground and touched the grass,
Green, the colour of grass,
Golden red, the sun,
Blue, the sky,
Lonely me alone,
My thoughts,
Not in the vicinity of my thoughts.

Sudden screams, I hear,
Lifeless feel, I get,
Strange words, I spell,
Above all
The black sky.

Droplets of tears forms cubes in my heart
Serving the peg with the blood
Cubes for the sense of taste
In me.

And then one night,
One silent night,
I again try to stare
But this time,
That would be me
And this would be them.