September 14, 2012

Story Of A Boy

He went to school,
And wore green socks,
And played in the rains,
Chasing grasshoppers,
Crying for candies,
And his parents loved him,
And they loved each other,
(Kissed each other everyday),
And his brother loved him,
And his new bike,
And his teachers,
Maybe even they loved him,
And he loved the music from
The bagpipes in the mornings,
And Crickets in the evenings,
And his mother sang him
To sleep, every night,
So there he was, with his
Toys, and Peace, and Love
And Hope.

And then he grew up,
He still went to school,
And he wore blue trousers,
And he played in the rains,
Chasing the schoolgirls,
Crying for a cigarette,
And his parents loved him,
Tho' they knew not,
Of the cigarettes,
(And they no longer kissed
Each other everyday),
His brother had, the past year,
Crashed his car, and died.
And the schoolgirls loved him,
The teachers just seemed tired.
But he still loved the bagpipes,
But even more now, the guitar,
Which he was learning to
Play, and his mother,
Didn't sing to him each night,
Only she cried a lot,
So he hoped to make her happy,
And become a doctor,
So he had lost his toys
But he had his Love, and his Hope,
But a little less Peace.

And then he went to College,
Studying History,
(MedSchool was tough to crack)
Studying about Tea Parties in
Boston, and about Mandela
And Gandhi, about Peace
And Love, and War(s)
And he wore skinny jeans,
He still loved the rains,
Although barely ever did he
Play when it did rain,
And over the telephone,
His father did say he loved him,
And his mother, well, she 
Couldn't really speak,
And they never kissed anymore,
Because she was there no more,
The professors had no time,
To love their students,
But he loved his guitar,
And he played it in the evenings,
And he loved the girl,
Who would play the violin,
Who he had met first,
In the Friday music lesson,
And he loved the weed,
And the psychedelia,
And he loved to kiss her
Under the star-lit sky,
So there was a lot less
Love, a lot less Hope,
And certainly a lot less Peace.

And then the next winter,
He wore black cardigans
To college, Black matching the
Darkness in his mind,
And the dark and unusual
Rains of December,
And his father rarely called him
To say he loved him,
So he cried a lot, because
There was no Love to be found,
Neither was there any Peace,
There were drugs,
Lots of hallucinogens,
And there was the Darkness,
Looming large over the corridors
And the stairways,
Loneliness lining every corner,
And every tree, and every
Alley and Hallway,
Ever since he had
Caught sight of her with
 The other boy.
So there were music lessons
On Fridays, tho he never went.
There were still Crickets
In the Evenings, tho no more 
Love, or Hope, or Peace.

And then graduation,
Out of college, which he might
Have attended, but now he
Wore blue long-ish robes,
As did all the other
Inmates at the rehabiliation.
She had come by once,
With chocolates in her purse,
And pity in her eyes,
Which he might have noticed,
If he wasn't trying to bite
His fingers off his hands.
His father would have come too,
But he had had a stroke,
And was now paralyzed,
And restricted to bed, and
A world of bedsores, and
Imminent Death,
So now no one loved him,
And he loved no one,
Not History, neither medicine,
And sometimes,
He would try to sing
Himself to sleep, but
All he could manage to do
Was cry a few more 
Drops of the toxic tears,
And where was the Love?
And where was the Hope?
And where was the Peace?
Now all of those things,
Were silver-lined memories,
Of the songs his mother sang
To him, when he went to school
And wore green socks.. 


JoHn said...

Pain. They who feel it, know it. Others, just know about it.

Sayan said...

And then one day
He was lifted away
His body was lying
Where he had sat
Watching the sky for sparrows
He was burnt wearing
(Tho he knew not)
White socks
But a boy watching smoke
From the flame rise from far away
Wore green socks on the grass
And played with his toys
And there was love and hope
And peace...

Forgive me if I intrude. Delete it if it offends you. But it was so beautiful that I could not help but join in. Brother.