the drift or is it me..

Come hither to me...
the clouds are darkening..
and the lights dimming..
where is your destination
so silent thou are drifting away,
give it up!!
Who will hold your hand when it pulls you under...
...should it be me????

where is your destination?
So limitless,
the cold sea
My boat's ready,
its the wind of autumn
for the stiff sails.

Now you're standing by the lantern..
..your eyes moist, holding the sight of the sea
 and your tears.
The daylight falls to the side
as the evening light chase the shadows away
and the leaves dance the empty streets.

My boat is ready
Hope becomes
the sailor
Sleep in my boat
Don't worry..
i shall take you home.

Now you're standing by the lantern...
...with tears rolling down your face.
You take the fire from the candle
lighting up the dock.
Give me your hand.
the fall is coming and time will stand still

They only spoke of your family
but its only this night that's painfull..
where is your destination?
its not alone that your drifting,
don't give up!!
I will hold your hand when it pulls you under...
...yes,it would be me!

cause In the end alone you shall be saved
Then time will stand still
and I shall become cold......

My change..

Maybe it is me who has changed
and 'tis life that I put the blame on.
Maybe it is just another dream
but pinch me and 'tis real.
Why this change?
futile answers... then these verses...

In time past I took my sibling by the hands,
took her to the fields and showed her the blossoms,
telling her that fairies at night slept on them,
delicate creatures they were and hid at her sight.
Her face lit bright,brighter than any little fairy's,
in sparks of innocence touching those petals!!

In time past I roamed the little, but less known
world of mine with my comrade.
Jumping every possible ledge, climbing every possible tree
and chasing every possible dream one could, with a friend.
A friend who became a brother, a brother who became a promise...
..a promise..... never to depart!!

In time past I ran to the shelter of my abode
always free and careless under the wings of my nurturers.
The warmth of a mother and the protection of a father
kept me dry and safe from all perils,holding out their
hands even when I fell, wiping off my tears
and lifting me to the sky..... to watch me fly!!

In time past I held my maid by the arm and
took her to places where only Pegasus could soar.
Leapt the lofty mountain grandeur and kissed the
clouds with a smile.
Holding every moment high, higher than life itself
and setting her down gently, without even a petal crush!!

Now I have changed..life is changing me
and I can't stop it..every passing time
I am a different person, not even remembering
who I was a moment ago let alone remember the
principles for which I thought my life existed!!

But through all this, I still believe that there
is that little, innocent me hiding in one dark corner
of my existence hoping that one day..
..I'll again tell fairy tales..
..that i'll again leap with a friend..
..that i'll again sleep under protective wings..
..and that i'll again, kiss my maid....
The hope remains...and so do the memories..so do the memories......

--Liju--