The little boy had the rarest of the rare
A heart so pristine resonant with love & care
For all around him rich poor young or old
He always stood beside with his heart of Gold!!
A creative mind rolling waves of thoughts to unwind
Hues of Imagination Cascading Emotion
Versatility for him was the name of the game
Effortlessly creating marvels neatly hidden from fame.
Perhaps no one was there to his childlike simple desire
To absorb the unfurling thoughts of notions
In between two warm compassionate hands
None to understand his emotions
Or to enthuse his unique creativity
Created by his touches of some oblivious magic wands
He grew up alone in a melancholy world
Deep down lost in him with dreams untold
Suppressing his unexpressed heart manifold
Subduing his inborn nature vivid dare and bold
Big Dreamy Eyes slowly bespectacled with a Rolling grey cloud
More matter of facts matters soon speaking out loud
Over his passionate desperate vagabond spirit
A logical brain killed his insatiable feelings and subliming his unleashing merit.
All around saw the iron persona in him,
As he grew from a boy to Man
But the sad silent solitary screams of a solitary child
Was kept caged carefully in the very long run
In the long run of life he armored his sensitive heart
Like a knight he fought the battle till days and night did part
Never opening his heart to anybody never craving for self care
Giving to All till MY last- he had made his only Choir
He was passionately overwhelming or overwhelmingly passionate
When it came to quotient of Love
But it was not a quality to actually appreciate
By all who always have
Been with him, for them it was nothing
Barring maniac madness and drab
But what if some day at some odd hours
He someway meets some one
Who could read him silently comprehend his features?
And touch his heart in an avid unison?
Could interpret his unspoken words –
With a heart barely affectionate-
Sensitize his overflowing emotion
And to his waves of passion
Could solemnly reciprocate?
Could break through the shield with an invisible caress
And nurture his creativity with an intangible embrace
What if he forgets everything?
And unknowingly tunes to the orchestra of nature
For some tiny dunes of timeless sand
The feelings of a euphoric Emancipation
Makes him forget he is rational creature?
What if he surrenders to his heart?
And recites carelessly what his heart says rhyme
Would it be called a sinful Act
And a grotesque mindless Crime?
It has to be a punishable sin
A loathing hateful whim
Because he had listened to his heart
At the wrong axis of time
There can be ranges of torturous punishment
To actually sum it All
But the best of all would be
Put back the naughty genie in Entrapment
Who actually took that mindless call!!!!
