Who's Listening?

Words hither, words thither,

All around strewn is sound. 

They speak and speaking are we...

But what I can't figure out is,

Who's listening?

Yesterday we had a fight.

And for hours everything went quiet. 

A solemn thought lingered my mind,

Maybe now we'd figure out,

All that we messed up this time.

But the next day we stood at the start,

This time again, our hands holding our hearts.

To be broken & again to be joined,

Because this time too,

we failed to find,

We talk and talk,

but who's listening?

A chaos sickening it was,

People all around, things and lights too.

Treats & glitz of this world where I grew...

Grew up to believe I'm surrounded,

But now I stand alone & a little wounded,

I had been talking all this time,

But who was listening?

We scrounge for a hand constantly,

to hold and feel the warmth of.

And yet when turns up a transient figure,

All we manage to do is scoff;

Scoff and say-"Oh god! Couldn't I get better?"

But we do realize in our lone times,

That any life would be good together.

And yet when together, all we do is speak,

Without pondering 'Who's listening?'

No deep voice there is as that of peaceful silence.

Let's listen it together for once.

Come join hands & live the moment,

And cherish the peace we've hitherto spurned.

It is in listening sometimes,

That lies the real conversation.

It's in understanding what's to be necessarily heard,

That we obtain the answer to the question,

"Who's Listening?"

All the desire

All the foregone nights,
And the approaching dawns.
On threshold sits the knight,
Humming songs of hopeful returns.
In the heart he implores God,
To let him return on his own feet.
Scared of leaving, yet acting strong,
Unwilling to miss on the family treats. 
So much he has to forsake,
Knowing not what remains until his homecoming.
And yet 'tis his desire to partake,
The affairs of the world that lies ahead of him.
Umpteen of reasons there are to not leave,
But his wings, too strong to be held back. 
The paths leading back home he has to retrieve,
For the chains tying him to  home are now slack.
Liberty comes with age, a thing frequently heard,
Yet, more often it's a child yearning to escape control.
The mind of whom knows none about the world,
But the desire to break free that fills his soul.
No person here, one could say, is wrong,
Neither the protector nor the protected.
Child considering the world a tune, desires to sing along,
The house undesirous of his innocence to be depleted.

In the world of her

On the threshold she stood,

Of the house where her life smiled.

Waving wildly her small arms at him,

Of whom she was the only child.

Inside sat the lady of the house,

Silencing her sobs and drinking up her tears.

Careful not to let the the happy bird know,

Chasing her was the worst of her fears.

All laiden with arms covered under his coat,

To not let the little one see what he departed for.

And in the heart of his hearts it pained him,

Thinking of those like him he'd be killing in the war.

All of it, yet, to her was just a small trip,

That daddy was going on, to buy her presents.

For she couldn't be told of the ways of a world she hadn't fully seen,

And about the cruel negligence of human sentiments.

Off he went to the battlefield and in she came, 

Dancing her way into her little palace.

Starting the countdown for her day of realisation,

When she'd know about feuds brutal and callous.

Days passed, then passed weeks, 

And now time for months it was.

Her impatience grew with each passing day,

And to her questions no answer seemingly there was.

In the little heart of hers there still remained hope,

Though anticipation of his return grew dimmer.

Until there came a day when a man dropped by,

With nothing to give to them except a letter.

The mother tore open the cover, Of what contained the result of their most impatient wait.

And thereafter began shedding the wild tears,

Which, as if, for this day, she'd saved.

Wondered the little high spirited child,

What made her ever joyous mother wail.

Little did she know that her only hero was gone,

That of his loving presence she would now be curtailed.

The night went by and so did the other day,

The tears never stopped finding their way out of mother's eyes.

And how intimidating it was to the little soul,

Used to sleeping to gleeful melodious lullabies.

It wasn't long before she finally knew,

That he was gone, leaving her deprived of his love forever.

Her heart received a sudden strong push with a thud,

And a silent darkness spread all over.

She grew up the very moment she realised she had lost him,

There remained nothing more about life and wars to discover.

And she decided there won't be any wars,

In this world, if it would be hers ever.