As if Ma called, “Raja”
And Papa kept staring with moist eyes!
And halogen painted the quick rain. And there the fairies played, with the suddenly-listless dreams, hopes and ambitions. The childhood comic strip hero and the mermaids waived, may be!
Oh, what a bliss!
A drop of water fell from the railing. And there she came from the other side of the horizon, bathed in a lovely wind. A thousand tears couldn’t bring her before!
My fairy queen!
No one’s eager eyes to anchor it – no promise for the sun, no hope for a tomorrow. The ship of this life sailed – tearing the infinite night into two!
I didn’t want to leave!
As if Papa cried, “Raja”
And Ma couldn’t speak!
July 25, 2006
Still The King