The Life's Show

The Life ‘s Show

                                                                                               

Life is like a lone dream, in the winter cold,

When the storm is coming, it won’t let it go.

It wishes for the shelter in the hard hailstone

In the soft spring breeze it won’t let it undertone.

When it saw it growing, it wished for a bud,

In the clear sky it yearned for a stroke of mud.

In the ticking dew drops, in the vapours of the sky,

It longed for the clouds to cradle them as they passed by.

Time saw it starting, time will see it end

For everyone else, it’s too wavy round the bend.

Giving it a swish it gave the clay a mould

What was made out of it was nothing less than gold.

Its poise was too still for Silence was its mate,

That when the Dawn spread, it was seen on golden grave

That breeze brought a gentle flicker on its petals pale pink

That stir broke the Silence’s reign with deep sharp ping.

To that dew-smitten blossom it hummed a melodious tune

Melting in the ears like snowflake on a hot sand dune

 Those whispers were so musical inducing high dreams

That they touched it so deeply that it fell in deep sleep.

It hummed through the night to bid it adieu,

In the morning light though, it was but a déjà vu.

For the open eyelids, it’s just a glance at you

For the shut lids though, it’s a tiny touch or two.

It was but that small pat that had changed the world for me,

It was but that avowed smile that bought many million moons for me.

They say-For the hearts, it was a small joke though,

I say-For me it was my whole life‘s show.....