A Search For A Door

I search for a door to walk through

A door that has me on one end

A door that opens out into the past

A door that will help me reach you



I have spent years looking for this door

For it will take me back to my past

Back to the happy days I spent with you

Back to the happy days when I really lived...



I was told that this door lies at the end of a road

A long one, they warned me...

But I'm ready to walk the length of this universe

If I can find the door that opens out to my past



I’ve been walking for years now,

Without rest, without a break, without wavering,

And I will continue to walk down this road

If it brings me to the door beyond which you live



Oh Master of Time! Heed my prayers!

Lend me your ears and bend your rules a little

Please bring my walk to an end

And show me the door to my past



The door that will bring me happiness

The door that will end my sorrow

The door that will take me to my past

The door that will take me to her...



Please show me this door

Please open it for me, so I can rest

With my head on her shoulders

And my tired soul in her comforting arms



For it is then I shall rest

Until then there is no comfort for me

Nor joy in this long arduous life

Till then I shall continue to walk



I will continue to walk, overcoming all obstacles

Until I reach the door that opens to my past

The door that takes me to her

The door that makes us live in our past...

WAKING UP A SLEEPING BUD....

I was moving at breakneck pace on the road

Keeping my eyes forward as it is meant to be

A colorful sight on the side of the road caught my eye

And I slowed down to stop and find out what it was...

A moment later, I was glad that I did.



It was that time of the day, the early morning hours

When the sun wakes up every bud from its slumber

To rise and shine, for the rest of the day

To spread every color of the sun’s light around the earth

Through the vibrant palette of their petals...



I stood by admiring these buds, still deep in slumber,

Trying to rub their eyes off the night’s kisses

And wake up to the dawn that awaited them

I wanted to kiss them myself before dawn

Before the daylight stole their demure silence from them.



But I was too late. There were a few early risers in them too,

And they woke up before I could step any closer

And stopped me from robbing any bud of its virginity

For that was reserved for the sun, their glorious husband,

And he had the sole privilege of touching and loving them.



Sole privilege?! That reminded me of something else,

It reminded me of another bud that had to be woken up

A curious listener might wonder at what I’m saying

He might not understand what I’m saying; he might even be unable,

To decipher what a sleeping bud has to do with sole privilege



I’ll tell you what they have to do with one another

But before I do, I gotta get going on my way

For in describing my mission, I might lose out on the action!

But don’t worry! We’ll talk on the way

And I’ll quench your thirst and curiosity through my fairy tale



I’m on my way to wake up a sleeping bud

One that the sun has decided to let go from his clasp

But to make him do that was not very easy

I had to plead and beg and ended up threatening him

To let go of this one bud for my sake...



This was one bud, more beautiful and elegant than the rest,

One bud, which bloomed everyday of the week,

One bud, which had not fallen in love with the sun

One bud which I had fallen in love with

The one bud which had fallen in love with me...



She was my lotus in the hours of dawn

Bright, open and welcoming her man to embrace her

And reflected the moon when she came to shine at night,

She was the lovely lily in the hours after dusk

Fragrant, mysterious, yet inviting her curious man to probe her mysteries....!





I think I'm almost there, at the garden of Eden,

Where my bud reigns supreme over every living creature,

Her sceptre was not one of fear or power, oh no!

She held sway and influence over the flora and fauna of the garden

Coz she loved them and they her, a sceptre of love she wielded!



I can smell the pleasant fragrance of the flowers,

It emanates from their very hearts and calls out to me,

An invitation, rather, to the one who their queen loves,

To the one who gets there regularly to do a blessed task

Of waking up the lovely, elegant Mistress of flowers.



She had made me promise, that I would be the one,

Who would wake her up every day before the rising sun

She wanted mine to be the first face she saw in the morning

And all I wanted was to be with her today, tomorrow,

And every remaining day of my life...



Now that I’ve explained what my sole privilege is

The happy slave is on his way to do his job,

And wake up the mistress of flowers from her slumber

And be embraced by the immaculate beauty, her beauty that is my elixir,

The elixir that has blessed me with a life of pure bliss...