~arT hints a raGa~
A lass, fair was her hue,
A dear friend, who once I knew
Her voice was a gentle coo,
Her eyes were kind and gentle too.
As children in uniforms blue,
With neck tie and black shoe,
Exams and homework to do,
Teachers, friends and class-rooms,
It was great fun, you know it’s true,
We also managed to ace school!
A budding friendship we had cast,
But alas, it was not to last
Estranged by a fork, sharp,
Two paths of life it did part
Young of mind and young of heart,
With hopes and dreams of science and art,
On our journeys we did depart,
And then we had strayed far apart.
Now life began to get dark,
No longer a walk in the park
Melancholia got in the way,
And brought me right into her sway
In the darkness I ran around,
But guiding light could not be found.
Till one day, in month of May,
I heard a little whisper ‘Hey!
I say, do come this way,
I will show you the light of day!’
So I followed the whisper true,
And it led me straight to you
Drifted hearts, from the past,
had met again to be recast
In that moment I did realize,
And uttered in great surprise:
‘You are that guiding light,
Which fills my heart and makes it bright!’
Time has passed and now I’m here,
A better person than long ere
A lot has happened since that day,
Long ago in month of May
Not every whisper need be true,
Like one once led me straight to you
But life always finds a way,
Like an arcanely-scripted theatre play.
Yet, I ponder a future new,
Where whispers are always true,
Where I would still be with you,
And get to hear your gentle coo.
But my friend, who once I knew,
That is just my wishful cue.
I now belay, no more delay,
I hope we meet again, someday …
I’m off to find the guiding light,
Which fills my life and makes it bright …