Suruma Writes On...

I f I have a dream, A dream to reach high and high But never low, It would be of reaching the Moon, The ball of Glory The blessing From the Creator to us! It gleams in the dark ocean Above our heads With its friends, Its twinkling friends! I once stepped onto ; The gleaming ball And found the long trenches Or the so called crators! They gave me a fright But then a laugh! I think I travelled by a ship; A sort of ship. And then placed my heels Onto the moon. The glorious ball, Welcomed me as a guest, It showered me with flowers! It waited for me with light! And quenched my thirst, With its new drop of water! I came back , My little head held high, My mind filled with pride Back to the ship; To the Earth. Only to find myself on the floor Laughing my heads off!

The leaves of the mighty trees Awaiting a good sleep, After the loneliness of the day; The turmoil. The birds give their goodnight chirp The mother nurturing the babies; Keeping it safe  under its wings. There the  city closes its eyes The street light turning off The buildings, the power switching off after a bustle of the busy town. Whether  in the small hut or big monsterous houses, The young ones pull up their warmth giving bed sheets, Not missing their goodnight  kiss Hugging their teddy bears Here the world goes to sleep After a day of work and play After a day of weary living The city prepares to close its  eyes. But  I  wonder when God has his round of sleep Or does He ...?

There they lie, The two barred, steel windows: With the lock left bare The curtains pulled afar Tied to a knot. The clusters of sludge Hanging on to lintels Giving a rusty semblance. The knocked down pieces of paint, That leaves an orange back drop, With the ants marching off, like Soldiers in an army: Carrying food and eggs The great saviours! The windows, they bring me the ……..faces Of the path of coconut trees And the small hut over Embedded with creepers,and the solitary wall Erect, firm and sure of itself, Making space for the bricks To show off.  The windows! I could sit near them And gape out through. To see the homely earth. The windows! Where everything gluts into everyone’s head, Where every new creation Takes its form, The windows!