Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Street Musician

Years of longing had turned his heart callous
and yet, those eyes reflected the pain in his ballads.
Was it the beauty of those aching melodies?
Or was it the turmoil of long forgotten memories?

The musician sat there amidst his own lilting tunes.
The sound was but a cry out over the dunes
so someone somewhere would then approach;
upon his silence, they’d encroach.

As if in answer, approached a boy very meek:
patiently heard his song, and kissed him on his cheek.
The boy spoke warmly, and broke the man’s rut,
opening up a heart that had been for years shut.

The boy surely spun some magic that day!
For, now the man sings happy songs
and smiles when he plays.

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Story Behind Her Walls

She was pristine, untouched.
He ached to reach forbidden peaks.
She saw him approaching;
Built up walls high:
Impossible for him to sneak.

He renounced all attempts,
and settled for a heart-to-heart instead.
She became amicable and unknowing
while to her instincts, poison he fed.

She raised him on pedestals,
mighty and high
till he finally rest his elbows on her walls,
to lean in and spy.

One day, he leaped over
and sneaked upon her.
Taken aback, she struck him down
like thunder.

Ego wounded,
outside her walls he crept.
Mourning the loss of a friend,
bitterly she wept.

Time flew by;
she missed him a lot.
Wondering what would have been
had she struck him not.

Knocking down her walls,
she extended a hand
to find he had headed
for greener lands.

Wandering away,
beyond the horizons he had gone.
Amidst the rubble she shed a tear,
got up, and moved on.

– Saumya Patki