Crippled notes

Sailing on the current of winds,
Blowing the bubbles of thoughts in mind;

When suddenly an obstacle comes into picture,

That makes me think and wonder about  my own fable,

The only thing which makes some sense here,

Is to somewhere get aligned to time and get geared,

Every time when this wind blows,

Your memories start to flow,

Why to remember someone who is not far,

Why to memorize the value which of par,

Slowly AND steadily I am marching’

Then why I should allow anything to take a pause and doubt,

My own journey which is louder than any shout,

I am not here for people to smile,

I am not here for handling people’s file,

I am here for something to add,

I am here for something to make someone glad.

You are right sitting on mountain which is high,

You are eyes are blinking because you think I am just a spy.

I start at night and complete in sunlight,

When you know this cycle,

You still have a fragile cry,

‘WHY’ is not the right word everytime,

There are many accounts to be settled in this available sunshine.

Anyhow, in any case I have to continue,

Then why to wait for wind to provide me stability of glue,

WHEN it’s known that wind always has to keep on flowing,

Then why to wait for rain to add oil for burning

Let me plough back whatever I have,

And then wonder for what I have lost,

And what is now just a ghost.