And It Rained

As I see the dark clouds lining
I make a wish and pray
That it wouldn't rain and spoil the sunshine streaking
Through the clouds today
And like the thousand others I make, I knew
This wish wouldn't come true
But its just the wishing, praying and hoping
That a helpless me could do
So I just kept staring bravely
Out into the blue
Thinking why the storm has to always come
Without a single clue
But storms do come
Just like rainy days in life
So I fill my heart with the cheer of raindrops
In my days of strife
And then I build some paper boats
To sail through the floods that come
But I never venture out in the cold
For my fingers go numb
So I drop my boats out the window
And set them on their way
I know that the cruel torrent won't ever,
Let them go astray
I watch as my boats twist and turn
Trying not to come undone
But slowly, all of them perish, like my dreams
Sinking one by one
I know I can't take it anymore
I really want to break free...
But the shackles of my tamed existence
Keep tugging at me
As it rains outside, my heart spills a tear
But I quietly wipe my eye
My eyes are sore, so just for once today,
I will let the heavens cry


Inspired by Bob Dylan

Ma

Look ma! Here I am again
Drown me in your embrace and rid me of all the pain
How long will you keep me from the warmth of your chest?
Its only in your arms where I want to rest
Nay! Don't hide it! Let me feel her silvery hair
How I like to see them glisten as they flutter without a care
Please Ma, grab me by my hand like in the good old days...
Twist my ears and make me swear that I will mend my ways
Teach me to walk again Ma, hold my fingers in your palm..
Make me bow before the Lord, sing to me the morning psalm
Speak Ma! For I cannot, and tell them that your silence bespeaketh your ire..
Stop cruel people! Please don't feed her to the fire!
Oh God! So many angels you have up there. Please give mine back to me..
Oh Death! Be kind today and my Ma go free..
For though I am old and she is too, I still am her little child
Let me breathe my last in her lap...as she strokes my hair
For there every pain becomes mild


What can I say? Its all written for Ma, Ammi, Amma, Mummy, Aai....
I hope she stays with me for as long as I am here