Thursday, 12 March 2015

Lullabies




Lullubies

Them and me..
Me and them..
Similar yet so different

Twas the same walls around us
Living this moment and the other
Laid heads under the same roof waiting for dawn 

They don't shout Halleluijahs
And I don't kiss the Quran



We'd been there for each other
whispered comforts in prayer
Looked out for the other in rain and in sun

Yet,they never sang Halleluijahs
And I didn't kiss the Quran 

While I understood a lot (or so I thought)
They always seemed to offer more than I could take
Almost beating my imagination

Actually, they never prayed Halleluijahs
And I didn't kiss the Quran

It's not the pain while we parted
No, it's not even the tears
It's not the touch of those tiny hands
It's not the pastel memoirs

Perhaps, it's the lullabies
That I'll crave for through the years
Cuz it's not them that slept, while I sang
I'd put to sleep my own fears

I'd put to sleep my own fears on those nights
That there existed another world
Where them and me were so different 
Identified by mere words
Words denoting color, words denoting speech
Words fanciful but words without the slightest reach
Slightest reach to the music that plays 
when chords of hearts are strung
Remote, distant, light years away 
melodies completely unsung

I don't know if they'd breathe Halleluijahs
I don't know if I'd ever kiss the Quran
But since when did God exist in expressions?
I tasted his presence when all was said and done

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