Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate

Once you were the voice of a mother,
Valiant proclamation of a lover.
Withered walls have forgotten words,
In their dwellings hang bloodied swords.
A solitary savage woman utters thy name,
Few are left to stem them.
Language you are a necessity still,
For linguistics to decipher buried civilization underneath.
Language, an expression of our will,
That changes according to times still.
Language, remembers her dying siblings,
Language that remains a mother as long we speak.
Language, uttered in times of sigh and pain;
Of untold griefs and solitary sorrows.
Language, the shape of our thoughts;
Without thou we are abstract beings.
Language, separates us from the rest;
Language that make us human beings.

Acrylic colours graced thy paintings,
Silver linings frolicking in your poems.
Marked in dying colours and famished look,
They carried a serendipity within.
Mushings of forlorn citizens,
Of today, tomorrow and yesterday still.
Slaughtered dreams and buried aspirations,
Of bruised bodies and dying souls.
Soldiers fighting at the borders,
Students with their hoarders.
Peasants with administrators,
Those wretched little conspirators.
Martyring at each days end,
In the name of sedition.
Patriots they are still,
Confounded in their own castle window-sil.
In the end, we are all martyrs still;
Helplessly witnessing our own devil.

Play with me as you always did,

of false promises

And neglected vows.

Blossom it will, as it always did;

Of fresh mornings

And sweet memories.

Fondly remember me, as you always did;

In silent prayers

And midnight whispers.

Fail me, as you always did;

Travelling hurriedly

singing a melancholic song.

For the winter will give away to spring, as it always did.

For the snow retains enough warmth to beckon the rain.

For the branches have enough strength,

To support the wings of a new leaflet.

As it always did.

Think of me when you are weary,
Of travelling an exhausting path.
When you see the birds resting,
When you sigh of failures,
When you despair in unforeseen pain.
Think of me when you see the setting sun,
Hiding behind the caved windows.
When the last leaf falls,
When you play your ballad.
Think of me in your last whistle,
In your dying moments.
Whether in tender or bitterness,
In joy or in despair.
Think of me when your heart longs.
For I loved you late, but I loved well,
Loved you with my all.