A Sense of Yearning

The singer heard the soft smile Of the capricious summer breeze; As she embalmed him with the warmth Of the promises in her embrace… 'Sing me a song, ' she asked 'A song as beautiful as the birds Who know no taste of captivity... A song like the unexpected vagary In the mood of the playful tides... A song as serene as the melody In the first cry of a newborn... A song as beautiful as the painting A blind artist desperately tries... A song as endless as the sky That gets enkindled with orange and red By the patiently setting sun...' The singer's smile showed his promise. In search of such cerulean melody The lover, young, embarked upon; Hundreds of days he spent living Deep in the veils of his colourful dream; Their lives had branched; but he knew She would be waiting for the song. Summers and winters, autumns and springs He basked in their shades with joy; He sang with every fallen leaf; Until one chilly night he saw The most beautiful

Sunset showed us paradise Right here, on this bridge. It was where he had learnt to walk... But never realized the pain Of falling and not finding a hand. It was here where 'she' had happened to him But he never realized the pain In smiling, at an incurable disease. It was here where a boy had Once brought flowers for his dream; It was here where his reality had Walked over them without looking back; It was here where autumns had seemed beautiful It was here here the autumns turned pale And it was here where rains Had suddenly turned compassionate one night Everything but the bridge changed; It stands the same way, a patient witness... And this bridge, he believes so, Shall recognize him even today as the boy Who had seen the true colour of sunset.