Introduction:
This poem is about a 10-11 year old boy, who can't see colours. For him, the world is all grey. For nights he wandered the heavens in search of the Creator, and requesting him to bring the colours alive for him. And suddenly one day, the Creator (depicted as the "Painter") sends a shooting star (the "Starry Messenger") so he could make his wish, which eventually gets granted.
It was a night like this,
Calm and pale around;
Out of the window staring I,
Lied amidst a sleeping world –
Lost my way in thoughts,
Surrounded by darkness.
There was another world to explore –
One far away from here,
Lying in the same darkness,
In the same night I stare.
Out of the window I glimpse,
The stars spread out be:
The moment I gaze at them,
They blink once or twice to me.
And when they sleep,
Hiding behind the bright daylight;
Some breeze coming to say Hi!
To men messed in harvests,
To Women chanting folklores –
Swaying with the birds flyin' by!
Everything I see around me,
A world curious yet all grey –
People say of a blue sky,
Green meadow spanning serene,
Of rainbows across the sky –
And of woods ochre spread,
Through the countryside.
They say I'm not like them,
When I ask what the blues are?
Nor greens or orange I saw,
Different in different things.
The same shade on trees,
On squirrels and barnyards –
They speak of colours,
I can't make out what these were,
For all of me was dark and stale alike.
Not the colours I could see,
I feel those special things,
Of sweet lavender and cool,
Water on the lake side.
Maybe these are the violets and blue,
And those spotted petals,
I feel as red and white,
Yet it is my eyesight –
Everything fades to stride.
Out of the window a world,
Lies beyond my hands reach,
Filled with tenee-tiny dots,
The stars together aside –
Playing always Seek & Hide!
I glimpse on those stars,
And get lost in thoughts,
Do they also sparkle –
Carmine, olive or velvet?
Of many other colours,
I heard the people say?
The people say even more –
Of a painter living there,
Hiding between the distant stars,
Who made everything around,
Of me and you –
Colourful for everyone!
Indeed, he forgot me!
So out of the window I search,
Waking long long nights;
Finding the Painter above there,
And complain of forgetting me!
When I'd babble for a while -
He'd paint too my eyesight!
Then for me the colours,
Will become alive for me to see!
And getting lost in the colours,
Under the sunny sky!
Out of the window,
Still lost in thoughts –
Suddenly something flashed!
Yes, it was there!
Something there, mysterious;
When again it showed up –
A light band stretching,
Running among the distant stars,
With a racing long tail,
Hovering like a magic wand.
This fellow met first time,
That's why it's filled of wonder!
I've heard the people say –
Those are shooting stars!
And suddenly I recall,
They even say of something more;
Those light prophets come once a while,
To fulfil wishes we admire,
Granting them for happy childs –
As beckon the Starry Messenger!
I closed my eyes and tend to speak,
My fists close to my little heart;
My long long wish just I started to squeak,
Grant it to be come true,
Oh but then it was lost!
Like the chariots and sparkling wheels,
It suddenly had got lost.
From every corner, no clue,
The same stars lying there –
Again and again in my thoughts,
I sunk myself lost.
Out of the window was there –
A world sunken in sleep,
Dark evident everywhere,
With the pretty stars to see.
The Messenger mayn't have heard –
My long desired wish,
To get to know then –
Were the stars be pink or green?
Strolling in my thoughts,
I slowly got my way to sleep;
Where lied still my cutest dreams –
In shades of grey to see.
The bumblebee spreaking,
Nightingales making the choir,
It was warm over the face –
When got up I over the peaceful rest.
And then everything changed.
I saw not in the shades,
I saw, not in the darkness;
I saw in light! I saw in hue!
I saw a sky springing blue!
Rushed out of the cottage mine,
To the vines of my backyard,
And saw the essence on the tendrils,
And on petals and leaves I get!
It felt special those lavender and lake,
Not in the shades of Grey!
Joyfully I ran,
Ran amidst the tinkle air,
With arms spread 'cross the meadow –
Cause I See colours the first time!
Out of anymore stale shadow!
Indeed, my wish came true!
Through the Messenger that came,
Sent from the Painter himself,
Gifting vivid visions to me,
For his true wondrous creations,
In my vast world to see!
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Free to the Heavens (collection of short poems)
PoetryThis book is a collection of short poems by me... Contains a series of vivid, enthusiastic, energetic poems that will surely let you flow to the brink of heavens.... Notable one include "The Starry Messenger", "Cat in the House" and others... The po...
