VISION-I

Through the broken pane of a blurred window

Through the broken pane of a blurred window

I see the rain drops glistening,

falling free off the clouds bound to sky

though the fragrance of the moist soil 

is yet to fill my dimlit dwelling

The solitary tree,only partly visible

has its leaves departed,washed away

yet at peace like an oblivious old man,

as if been leafless for ages now

He is rooted enough, 

not to be moved by the autumn's curse

too mature to dance in the rain

too mellow to sing the parting verse

Through the broken pane of a blurred window

I see hopping in the grass a cute little bird   

a hapless soul chirping faintly

in a quivering voice waiting to be heard

with her wings wet in rain and her nest blown away

she gets lost in the misty blurred window

in the dream of a bright sunny day

But far away from the grassy lawn,

the old tree, the ailing bird 

and the blurred and broken window pane

the hymns of the farmers on the advent of the godly drops

soothe my ears with their charming, stirring refrain 

and so for a moment I forget the shape 

my sight has carved of the skillfully broken window   

I would dance and get wet like a child in the rain

had I not lost my umbrella years ago on a similar rainy day

Yes,it was the same rain,

that has washed them all away

all deep regrets and long woven complexes

all rotten,gloomy thoughts and all broken promises

But now I feel the rain has lost its charm..

as within I know, in all the hymns and melodies, 

I have wittingly missed a beat

The blurred window being deceptive

 and its broken pane hiding artfully

 in its sheath,

the shattered pieces of a broken vase,

a smeared canvas and a brush holder

a bench that's been empty for years

and the cracked specs of a retired soldier.