[Verse] Scattered thoughts

I am in thought mode today

The clouds which went past,
without crying out in grief,
where would they be, now?

The clock which got unwound,
just before the chime,
did it ever spring alive again?

What of the calf which strayed away,
never to be found again?
Did the cow’s eyes dry up finally?

Could the peasant finally redeem
the bullocks he pledged?
Did his daughter, its cause,
live happily ever after?

Is it the colorless vacuum in an empty stomach?
A jaundiced yellow or an expectant green?
or is it a blackened imminent future?
What is the colour of hunger?

Invaluable snippets
scattered mercilessly
for you to stomp upon
or painstakingly woven,
discarded shreds of trash,
hanging on your living room wall?
What price these thoughts?

Vijay © 3rd April, 2006