Cold December

There are times when you see and feel things that are otherwise lost - the never ending pursuits of life. These stark realities hit you in the face, leave you with a feeling of helplessness and guilt, a tinge of sadness.

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i feel pain
when i see that fading kid on the chilly road
oblivious to the beauties around
what has he found ?
acquiescing to fate
succumbing to the ways of 'his' master
beholding the quench for a life
the prolonged strife for survival
the brutal denial of life,being his way of life

i feel cold
when i see that grey old lady
crouching beside the garbage can
struggling to figure where life betrayed
if only 'her' master had different plans
doubting any purpose for existence
she fights still, to breathe , to live

i feel sad
when i see that sick man wrapped in helplessness
for whom the farthest glimpse of horizon is - tomorrow
the starry nights mean nothing to him
the wind only makes his heart shiver and sink.
a loaf of bread , a piece of blanket
means love to him, means life to him

i feel so sorry for you
when you ask
what's beautiful about today ?
what's there to live for tomorrow ?
i feel deep blue
as i walk through this cold december night..
things hit me in the face , they hit me hard ...
as i walk through this cold december night ....

(dec '07)