One Morning...

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These are words...
words that i find...from deep inside...
To show you the world...through my eyes...
the soil I smell....and the silence I hear...

I love to dream...and paint them...
with colored smokes..and crystal glasses...
but when i touch them...it shatters into pieces...
and pierces me...slashing...telling me my own muses...

And i open the window...one fine morning...
It had been raining...
and i breathe in....mouthful of red..and yellow and green...
the freshness and the dream...
and the silence of the pitter patter of the rain...

And i saw a man...sleeping at my door...
the fresh morning sleep....
tattered clothes...soaked in rain...weiry...
The same old face....with wrinkles of denial....
with his bowl being dragged away by some dogs..

I went down...and shooed them away...
brought in the bowl and washed it...
and then took out a paper..and wrote...
wrote a poem maybe...and then tore it apart...
Its not for me...it never was...
and then kept an apple and a banana in the bowl..
and took it back to him...

Was this the answer..answer to my wordlessness...
answer to the rains...to hunger...to dreams..
I tucked in a 50Rupees note his tattered shirt...
and he opened his eyes....with so much calmness and peace...

and I said..."Wonderful morning...isnt it??"
and he smiled..