Stray Birds

What can I do When my muse be away From  me a-shy, Just like the old lady in the moon Hidin ' behind, a Thousand dark clouds On a stormy night. I shudder, I tremble, I shiver when I see the storm a-come Hear the thunder a-roar For no shoulder is left for me, no  Shoulder more, to rest My weary head on. O Dark Ones, I pray You, who are a- marchin ' Are a- howlin ', and a-blowin' Across all lands, Rivers and sea! You, whose dark eyes Clearly see, All that is vanity. If, in some faraway land, My Mary you  sight , Like a  honeybee Lost at the hour of dusk Away from her  lov'd  ones Forlorn and sad Even in the freedom Of the vast forest filled with Infinite flowers. Would you not be so Kind, I pray To take my message across And say She is equally being miss'd At home. But, if you  sight  my Mary A-bloom  like a flower of Marigold At the break of dawn Mist on...

Oh! tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfolded wings, for she Learnt from the wind, utter A sigh. 'twas sometime Earlier this night, the wind Overheard the brook, which Whisper'd to a passing creek, of The story the pebbles told, when Down her banks they rush'd And roll'd. 'twas sometime Earlier this evening, the pebbles I threw in the brook, as Many as I could reach, and with Single each, single only was the Name, which escap'd lips of mine Of you. Five and a twenty cold nights Have come and gone, since You went afar and I'm alone. Remember The Adieu I wished? And Nary  has a moment Pass'd in which Have you not been Solemnly missed. And tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfoldeed wings, for she Spreads in the open air, the song of My quiescent despair. So tonight I picked up the stones. And With a deep sigh, I Threw and watch'd them Roll. And off they Roll'd! And on they Float...

Those days, they were dark, Those nights - often cold, Soon it began to rain, Never did it stop again. There was flood, Water, water, everywhere, And I know not how, I was able to survive. There was blood, Dead bodies, floating, everywhere, And I know not how, I am still able to breathe. Over the horizon a faint ray, First few sparkles of sunlight, No soul to be seen near my boat, For everybody is long dead. And I keep floating alone, Boat aimlessly wandering, Here, there, somewhere, I have nowhere to sail to, Does anybody out there, Want to sail too? I want to breathe, In the open air, Does anybody out there, Want to breathe too? - Pavan

Thought me had no one, Noone to take care mine, Take mine care, Before it was, Noticed your, Small your paws, Brown fur, A rat me all got, All me got, Trapped inside both, The same gutter, Rat got the me, Me got rat, Both we bored, Enough ignored, Our shared stories, Biologist and histories, Bonded really we, Shared all could we, Shared food our, We shared our food, He shared his body, Me shared mine hunger, And left was me, All alone, Me was alone, Inside the gutter. -Pavan 22 November, 2010

Been there, seen it Your smile your pet mouse Both inside your wooden house Upon the mountain inside the stone But your mouse is dead your smile stolen Your furniture broken your cousin grown fat Bet your insurance company Didn’t know anything about that I still remember our first kiss Going to the movies, flying the red kites The trip to Albino, our first few fights Shades of gray lingering between All the blacks and the whites Happy times, sad days, desperate nights But when I needed your love the most Your condolences, your advice You were never there No one to hear my cries For you were dancing in the distance With the tall guys Never thought you will leave someday Was it so easy to betray When I was exhausted you threw me away Just like an empty bottle of spray Sometimes, in my dreams, can sense you Hear your footsteps, can hear their distant sound My fears shake me up, from dreams they wake me up And there is nothing but emptiness to be found To...

Over the hilly town Under the dead nun's gown Have put it down But somehow Can’t find it now     Can’t locate grave of the nun Under the burning sun But I won't give up Will return when the moon shines And the silver fox cries Find my paper crown I will burn the place down Sit atop the banyan tree Enjoying the off spree Watching the world burn free Cherish the moment Enjoy every last scream People burning while still in their dream   Will dance naked over dead bodies Eat the flesh of children And when I am all fed up I will consider my mistakes undone For god is kind Having a sound mind I shall confess all my crimes Beat up my back couple of times My sins, be forgiven And someday   When I meet Him We shall ride horses made of clay And to Him I would say "It was a lovely Saturday!" -Pavan 14 November, 2010