THE CANDLE WHO LOVED THE DESERT VAGABOND

I will be your candle..

The light that wont let you stumble.

Long ago I planted a tree,

It stands tall and will always be .

I will be ur eyes when u cant see

I will be ur air when you want to break free

let me be the rose that lays down first

if the desert has to give u any pain or thirst

u may look busy or look too far away ,

bt never will i stop praying , come what may .

one day u may need a hand ,

endless water and no more sand

travel no more and come home to rest ,

no matter where u live - my heart is best .

when u r tired and parched of affection ,

I shall stand by with no more correction .

when darkness falls and u look up at the skies ...

every star is a tear that my eye cries .

tears in memory of happiness and moments of faith ,

of endless love and not a drop of hate .

when u travel farther and reach a lake ,

its time to settle and new-make .

there at the lake with ur new found world,

u shall remember all that u hurled .

one day u shall see a rainbow flying high and pretty ,

joining the ends of the sky...full of forgiveness and no pity .

that my friend is the immortal love ,, the beads of prayers on my palm

the last wish on my lips..the good will ...the memory ..the calm.

the good things i shall leave u behind...

that will only support and never remind .

that my friend will be the last gift ,

when there is no hope and only rift .

My words of love will turn into color....the prayers will be the air...

the memories will be sunlight ,,,,the tears raindrops so fair

They will evaporate into mist and merge to form that wide rainbow...

Magnificent..sure and certain and beautiful But growing slow...

that day beside the lake with ur new found world...

Know that I have passed away and this has unfurled .

Coz I promised

I will be your candle..

The light that wont let you stumble.

U may not know what I just said..Or I was trying to tell.

Dedicated to a friend..she told me to put into words what she was feeling...

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The story left untold—

The saga that couldn’t unfold.

The days that faded like the lonely sun.

The time when I could also have “games & fun”

The ways beckoned..

“I still wont go”—I reckoned.

I set it on “Pause” and forgot to unwind.

All because of the mind who didn’t remind.

Time is short you say.

But it never is long enough.

You have to try.

And make the weak ..strong enough.

There is a bond that is so compelling.

Sometimes I feel is it repelling?

I cannot wake you from your slumber,

No matter how much I slip and tumble.

I cannot confess am feeling low.

A smiling face I have to show.

Tired of the tree of expectations

And Tired of its branches.

Waiting alone in the midst of facts,

Some intuitions..and loads of hunches.

Tired of choosing the tougher choice,

Is it what I want—My inner voice?

I wanted some help and a little snow,

To make a snowman that wouldn’t go.

Wish that you could take a test-ride of my inner-self.

And see the love that I have always felt.

A little love goes a really long way ..

It alleviates the suffering, makes you believe and pray.

Is it too much to ask for that blessing,

A lil bit of dreams , a lil bit of confessing.

Someday this time will slip like the dew-drop on a morning leaf,

You might sew dreams but then , will I be there to weave?

Someday the annoying static maybe all you hear,

But No need to worry, it wasn’t anyone dear.