A story ended....and the sheaf you wrote it on..is now just waste paper.
Before you burn it fueling it with the ink of yesterday's memories
Read it just one last time....
The rosy shyness of your cheeks yesterday
evaporated into clouds of unabashed exhibitionism
your friends made a bonfire out of
the few embers of ethics still burning inside you
the walls of your home have bent down
to swallow the windows
someone on the street is wearing
all your clothes at once, one over the other
There is a carnival outside your door
but, pray, why doesn't anyone meet your eyes?
They are laughing, jostling for nectar of celebration
but you hear just a sad strumming of a broken voice
A story ended
The candle says let me burn for just a moment more
you pack up your memories thus far and then we can go
your bed, your dinner plate with the daisies border
your old guitar, the soft leather of your old shoes
your comb, your quilt, the glass that you drank morning sunshine from
your intelligence, your humour, your room on the terrace
the jasmine creeper that you nurtured with your dreams
your romance, your deepest desire...
your quirks, fancies, follies and fire
They have all been auctioned, sold out
who did it? you ask...its a faceless man from nowhere
Life is Irresistible...they knew you would resist the sale
which is why they chose moments...
when you were muted, deafened, blinded...
in traffic, in television, in night's darkest hours
in thunderous rain, in markets and boulevards
they conducted the sale when you were
lost in sunrises and day-time dreams
they froze your life and its many components
they tied it up with a silken thread
for your life to wither like a jasmine that fell off its stem
So, that story ended. You forget it now.
Lets narrate it someday when there is an audience
the horse cart that will trot into tomorrow awaits at your doorstep
Lets go now
and before you leave, Read it just one last time....
before you reduce your yesterday wrapped in images
to ashes, lighted with the fuel of memories...
Lets go now, on the cart...into tomorrow...
Before you burn it fueling it with the ink of yesterday's memories
Read it just one last time....
The rosy shyness of your cheeks yesterday
evaporated into clouds of unabashed exhibitionism
your friends made a bonfire out of
the few embers of ethics still burning inside you
the walls of your home have bent down
to swallow the windows
someone on the street is wearing
all your clothes at once, one over the other
There is a carnival outside your door
but, pray, why doesn't anyone meet your eyes?
They are laughing, jostling for nectar of celebration
but you hear just a sad strumming of a broken voice
A story ended
The candle says let me burn for just a moment more
you pack up your memories thus far and then we can go
your bed, your dinner plate with the daisies border
your old guitar, the soft leather of your old shoes
your comb, your quilt, the glass that you drank morning sunshine from
your intelligence, your humour, your room on the terrace
the jasmine creeper that you nurtured with your dreams
your romance, your deepest desire...
your quirks, fancies, follies and fire
They have all been auctioned, sold out
who did it? you ask...its a faceless man from nowhere
Life is Irresistible...they knew you would resist the sale
which is why they chose moments...
when you were muted, deafened, blinded...
in traffic, in television, in night's darkest hours
in thunderous rain, in markets and boulevards
they conducted the sale when you were
lost in sunrises and day-time dreams
they froze your life and its many components
they tied it up with a silken thread
for your life to wither like a jasmine that fell off its stem
So, that story ended. You forget it now.
Lets narrate it someday when there is an audience
the horse cart that will trot into tomorrow awaits at your doorstep
Lets go now
and before you leave, Read it just one last time....
before you reduce your yesterday wrapped in images
to ashes, lighted with the fuel of memories...
Lets go now, on the cart...into tomorrow...
