They sit in silence staring straight ahead between honking cars,
Me a blue tent Standing and sheltering Tragic souls from the chilling dew Standing for to irrigate
I went up the twisted stairs To reach the bright ledges of the minaret, Looking around for miles At recessed hills,
Dusk in July, Cloudy from dawn, to noon to night There outside my windows Darkness all over I see Brick walled keys of piano Striking on their own
I do not mind when others do it I mean i do mind But i prefer to turn a deaf ear
Some thing was there in my mind Full of emotions and reasons Ink was not calligraphing the words Feelings were sliding like seasons
Even the fiercest things Can be very soft Think of tigers and snow leopards
I sometimes wish, I could take my memories, And put them in a jar, Stir them in with a bit of thought, Watch them swirl in all their colors and hues.