Village

The evening throbs as if a surge                                           
Of unspoken feelings on their verge
The satin night crawls far & wide
Melting everything hitherto in sight                          

The bamboo vines whispering lullabies 
In chorus, sound like gentle seas 
Mortal forms vanishing into nothing                      
Their footsteps & signs sans lingering

As I toss & turn on the cot
My head chases a single thought
Born of the faceless jingle
That do their job & hastily mingle

My sleepless eyes stumble upon
The starry pond where fireflies spawn
The million glints from their burning
Provoking an unearthly craving

Crew of crickets join for a supper choir
Their tunes tearing from beneath every layer
Melodious than the greatest known tune
Into every note rhapsody strewn 

The tender breeze rising from the banks
Of the distant river breaking ranks
Reassuring my sand ridden hair
Infusing a delight so delicate & rare

I'm captive of a perfumed whiff
Born of some mystic leaf
The many hued flora kneading
Charismatic musk seething

I forget I was born in the lights
I forget all the pointless fights
I forget every mirage to which I clung
I forget my need of a city, far flung

I move over the worthless addictions
I find refuge from haunting afflictions
I sense strain forsake my nerve
I feel the return of humane verve 

I sleep on my back
Looking at the soulful dark
Watching countless questions at sight
That I dodged in the bright

Then, like the ardour of lovers,
Like the embrace of mothers,
Like the ageless sage,
Begins to etch in heart, my village

Song Of Dusk

The mellow mood returns
Brings along many lore
The winged ones teeming
Velvet heavens fling their door

A planter breaks the lull
An ode he joyously cries
His swinging face & palm
Painted in earthen dyes

The mangrove in the backyard
Lively with chirps galore
When the world refolds tired
All their words come to fore

My neighbor paddles homeward
He hides sundry candies
He schemes to daze his son
So that a crushing hug he can earn

The distant mill lets off
The last siren; For the day is up
And the haggard milieu 
Is dotted with walking figures  

The local playground is deserted
One by one all its heroes fade
Into the darkness it goes
Embracing glimpses close

The conch rythms and hymns 
A homage to Maker of things
Echo from under roofs one and all
Sprinkled with prayers big & small 

Away from the roads and human sound
In the meandering clay, home bound
A gaggle of wavy figures 
All waists stacked with pitchers 

The retreating sun drives
Asunder the stronghold of clouds
Smearing its best about
As it leaves for a fresh bout

My grand old father strolls out
The health of nature makes him stout
He comforts himself on mahogany husk
And hums his cherished songs of dusk

It's the peacemaker
It's the twilight
It's that thread that binds
A passing day and a charging night

Village

The evening throbs as if a surge                                          
Of unspoken feelings on their verge
The satin night crawls far & wide
Melting everything hitherto in sight                         

The bamboo vines whispering lullabies
In chorus, sound like gentle seas
Mortal forms vanishing into nothing
Their footsteps & signs sans lingering

As I toss & turn on the cot
My head chases a single thought
Born of the faceless jingle
That do their job & hastily mingle

My sleepless eyes stumble upon
The starry pond where fireflies spawn
The million glints from their burning
Provoking an unearthly craving

Crew of crickets join for a supper choir
Their tunes tearing from beneath every layer
Melodious than the greatest known tune
Into every note rhapsody strewn 

The tender breeze rising from the banks
Of the distant river breaking ranks
Reassuring my sand ridden hair
Infusing a delight so delicate & rare

I'm captive of a perfumed whiff
Born of some mystic leaf
The many hued flora kneading
Charismatic musk seething

I forget I was born in the lights
I forget all the pointless fights
I forget every mirage to which I clung
I forget my need of a city, far flung

I move over the worthless addictions
I find refuge from haunting afflictions
I feel strain forsake my nerve
I feel the return of humane verve

I sleep on my back
Looking at the soulful dark
Watching countless questions at sight
That I dodged in the bright

Then, like the ardour of lovers,
Like the embrace of mothers,
Like the ageless sage,
Begins to etch in heart, my village