Angels Live (T)here

ANGELS LIVE (T)HERE


In the dark starry nights of summer
I would lie down
Out in our garden at home
With eyes wide open gazing skies
Scared of the images my mind
Would draw out of the trees swaying
In the cool breeze, gently
Touching and caressing
My dreams, which hung from the skies…

My mother would softly
Kiss my forehead
And would ask me to
Look at Moon and with a glint
In her eyes tell me, that
Angels lived there
Who often descended on Earth
To take those people away
Whom they loved..

It was about the time
When Neil Armstrong
Had landed and walked on Moon
I would wonder
Did he meet many an angel
My mother would laugh and say,
“He might have landed
On the other side, far away
Hence might not have seen any..”

Then one day, the faceless angels
Quietly descended in my life
Before I could even feel the aroma
They took my mother away
For, she belonged there
It happened many years ago
Yet I continue to ask Moon
To show for once its other side
And I wonder, if Moon agrees to, then…

Will I find for myself
An un-touched, pure
Shining world of angels
Will fairies be dancing
In gay abandon on the streets
Or was it just a way
My mother conceived an idea
To make me take her exit
With courage and strength..

Is it that the angels are magnificent
Manifestations of kinder hearts
And purer spirits
And innocent minds
Whom we often meet
As we amble through the day
Perhaps unaware that
Someone, somewhere
Must be seeing us too as angels…


RS:)