The Loveliness Is Gone Out

The loveliness is gone out
From the baritone voice
And in its place a flux
A flux of feign smile
Engulfed in a lisping speech

DANCE

Blow their frail branches to intertwine
Grow fresh and green their leaves
Even their hard dry bark
And in their embrace
Like currents, its mild shock;
Their comforting hold on the neck
Brief as they lie in a lock.

Has she not kept quiet for so long?

Have I not said it all, the same?

My deep breaths, my tearful eyes

They still speak for themselves even now

Have you not seen it all, my hand?

Have you not measured it all, its length?

How my sweat never got dried up

For a future very gloomy even now.

Bear me witness, that clear truth

Coming out of that weary soul

Which will not be heed to

I know she knows I know:

Countless fruits from the stalk

Countless gifts on her table

Countless words of promises

Have still not paved the way

If she knows I know she knows

That what I know, she wants not to know

But from them whom she loves most

Her, they have loved little if not

At the moment when eyes see it all

Differently: beautiful and peaceful;

Can it all end, suddenly, so soon?

If wondering thoughts can breed it all

Moments shared would forever turn dreams

That ever happened but for a while;

Moments gone will they wish

Should they end with one who touched the heart.

Heh! Will she ever speak?

Hmn! Will it ever be for me?

DANCE

Who will strike the strings
The strings of the harp?
Who will play its magical notes
To march away this deadening
The hanging cares and fears
Which resettles after dusting

She loves me but what is love’s crown

Which ends not at the altar?

What is love’s depth and foundation

Without a chance to trust and understand?

What are kisses which bears no fruits in the womb?

What are words flowing from the lips of a coward?

What are promises made not of the truth?

Many have been my night of loneliness

When solitude at an arm’s length

Stood ready to enter if called

On bent knees for a plea

In cool calm voice to appeal

Silent voices blurring on the ear drum

Only to warn, to chastise

To console not confuse

My heart still grows fonder forever

Its beat, still faster at her presence.

Has she not kept quiet for so long?

Have I not said it all, the same?

My deep breaths, my tearful eyes

They still speak for themselves even now.