Bilkees Bhat
Me: Oh my sight, oh my dear sight
You left me midway in an endless night
Sight: oh my young beholder, how could I
Only You complete me, how could I
Me: Then why is that I can’t see the way I used to be
And why is it so dark, please come to me
Sight: Not my fault, I was unwilling to leave
Until an evil unleashed a savage heave
Me: How did it happen, I just seem not to know
Was it a bullet or an arrow from the evil’s bow
Sight: It is an unwanted gift revealed after the ballot
If I am not wrong, I guess they call it the pellet
Me: But what did I do, I just raised my voice against injustice
It’s no crime to enlighten the unrevealed evil abyss
Sight: It is a vulpine world and the facts are painted idiocracy
unfortunately they call it the world’s largest democracy
Me: ahhhh!!! Good were the days when you and me would share the same soul
together we watched nature’s scene and its unconditional cajole
Sight: well yeah the erstwhile belongingness was the time priceless
Fun we had together was so deep and simply bottomless
Me: You used to give life to my sea faring thoughts
and the concrete shape to my vague ideas
Sight: Together we wrote and read so much poetry
In the cool shade of that old chinar tree
Me: Closer like the breath you were holding me tight
the long naps together and the morning light
Sight: Counting the stars together we would never ever tire
Seeing the shooting star you would think it’s a gun fire
Me: scribbling and painting on the pleasant banks of Dal lake
Playing with all colors we never needed any break
Sight: Alas! You reminded me of colors and today something I reveal
Red I hate most coz’ on the roads it would often spill
Me: Now a season less world is what is left for the rest of my life
The dark veils hovering all over me, am caught in a hopeless strife
Sight: let’s stay peaceful and hope for the best
Who knows it could be a passing test
Me: How shall I go in peace with this wound in my soul
The days are now dark and nights released on eternal parole
Sight: Patience! Milton’s Paradise was “Lost” first, but then it was “Regained”
Let’s be hopeful that the guardian of night shall light us again
Me: I wish I had a friend like the Great Doraemon
Who would use his gadget to rid away this dark oblivion
Sight: Enough of fantasies and enough of dream land
More hard times are ahead, let’s comprehend
Me: Hold my hand Lord, I feel scared and so solitary
I stretch my hand, take me into the lap of your eternity
While stretching his hand in real, the kid shakes with an uneasy lean
Then a loud thud, the kid falling down from bed number seventeen
Where am I? where am I? why is it so dark? please switch on the lights
His mom consoles him, son, it was an ugly nightmare and its beasty bites
Son! Its gona be no lights, but only dark nights, dark nights and only nights
