I am a windmill
No flapping of my arms
will distract them
as they cycle past smoothly
or wobble over unseen pebbles
I have become part of the vast blue
moving as the sun and the moon do
imperceptibly across the sky
My shoulders massaged by the breeze.
There are newer whirring contraptions with
fancier wings, faster speeds
Go ahead, be snapped with them
I smile sedately, feeling at ease
I no longer need to dance and please
The fair has shifted from under me
the hullabaloo heard from a pleasing distance
Smoke rising straight into the quiet blue
I stretch my legs but stay where I belong.
Do I urge the slower ones as they pause?
Around the corner may lie the biggest catch of all
They run, eager not to be left behind
I am amused as I know
whirring air can make deceptive sounds.
The circus came every year
The billboard cars with colourful posters
of fire-eating men, girls with hula hoops
and a sad elephant perched on a narrow stool.
The skinny lion
forced to jump through burning rings
snarled its discomfiture at the roaring crowd
The clown whose mask smiled
while his tired wrinkles and peeping grey
declared a life wasted away.
Painted girls in sheer stockings
smelling of sweat and unwashed hair
lithe on tightropes, their dreams on hold
under the spell of a screaming whip.
Beyond the lighted tent, could you not see?
The dancing shadows of panicky beings
pouring their lives into fragile nets
while a jamboree of town folk clapped
teaching their kids
it is ok to laugh at slaving sprites
and then to go home smugly safe
to a warm dinner and a cosy bed.
On the loftiest tower above us all
Spinning her silk, is a youthful rhyme
Her cascading hair held up aloft
by anguished hands running against Time
As yet another sun merges with the sand
She weeps into the dusky orange glow
A wraith, wiping her tears on a wisp of cloud
Will these red rivers ever cease their flow?
The ocean has receded into the blue,
She still waits here looking out for you
to welcome a warrior, from across the sea
Her tresses spread, a shadow over the trees
Come, for the choked fishes no longer swim
Come, for the birds have lost their wings
Pastel green trees have turned gnarled and brown,
Smiling faces are few, far more are the frowns.
Black bullets glitter, embedded on nursery walls,
black waters hover over the milky waterfalls
The season of spring has gone far away,
Flames now scorch, for love has turned grey.
Every gate shut, every door locked
but a small window of hope could never be blocked
Come’ O’ Prince! She will throw her plait
Blackened by grime since that fairy tale,
mothers used to read aloud
Little angels used to dream about
The golden waves that will kiss your core
But before that prize, still remain some chores.
Softly, softly let me glide over the streams of dreamy starlight. A hushed whisper amidst the navy-blue the tiny stars are fast asleep under the fluff of tender clouds said the moon to herself tonight.
Beautiful are the sleepy smiles still twinkling with the sun’s borrowed flames Let Mother Earth recline in floral vines I will be her humble sentinel for tonight. Look ! how lovely the riverside is! The tree- arms spread to touch my shadow The songbirds are cuddling in their nests murmuring sweeter notes of lullabies tonight.
Tonight the sky beckons me to glow to brighten the hearts of those in gloom Some who cannot switch off harsh lights Some who fear closing their eyes For them I will burn tonight all their worries in my pale bonfire Gently melting away their frozen tears blessing their spirits with cool moonlight.
If you be one amongst that lonely crowd
Come near the ledge, I will be waiting for you
To soothe the wrongs slashing at your heart
Bathing you in the balm of night’s heavenly love.
Let me share your troubles ,they will fade with me
A bright sun waits, heralding a future bright.