by your talks...

By your talks you caught me adrift
Your words towards you did me shift...
Your talks...
Starting with your tender days
Your state of being amazed
By the splendour of the butterfly wings
By the cloudless sky under which the baul sings...
Your talks of reaching your puberty
Of you being lured by the boys of the city...
Of you being pulled out of your innocence
By some physiological external change
Which also touched upon your mind
You being touched by blood blind...

From those talks you also move ahead
To that day of you which you led...
To me perhaps on one unknown strange morn
How you got curious by a voice torn
Singing a song you must've heard
In your bygone days from your the then youngish dad...
A ballad song of a sailor-man who did narrate
His memory of his little daughter whom he had left...
On a faraway distant land of dreams...

You were then not known to me
I was then left in a salty sea...
You thought in your silent talks
In your mumblings of midnight monologues...
'Why this man always sings the same song?
Is there really anything wrong?'
Thinking so you one day
Came to sit by me to say...
Your words of your heart coming spontaneous
Carrying the water of the river Beas...


By your talks you introduced me
To another world of seeming futility...
To another world where poetry could only evoke
Thunderous typhoons creating a havoc...

You by your talks inched forward
To me and knocked hard on my door that barred
Out all passionate rise and fall...
But you put in your might, your all...
The door by the constant push
Once gave in, broke off loose...
And you then entered with all your force
You just threw away the lock-jammed doors...
To the wind of the time of spring overwhelming...

Once gaining entry your talks again pour
Talks of love and passion more and more...
I just a straw float and sink
Forever by your talks you fill my pot of ink...
You fill me to the brim only to make me empty
You fill me to the extent of my maxed out satiety...