hey Jude.... take a sad song n make it better...

Take a sad song and make it better…
Hey Jude… take a sad song and make it better-


The clouds conspire as a rumble rolls across-
Tapestry enclosing the rhythms of life.
Airs around in sudden urgency
As elements of earth anoint thy self

She’s going away without a try
Without a tear, hug hold heal-
Without a word, without a chance-
Without the love or dreams desire.

Hey Jude, don’t give it up!
The chords of life on your fingers play
Friend you are of another time-
Don’t leave me at the end of day

With the suns and moons, life hath changed
Some grown, some return to innocence did
The songs of life did transform around
Still unmatched remain, Jude, those unspoken words timeless bound!

Nature rolls over or is it the storm inside?
Sinusoids of existence riding high-
The sad song still comfortably numb!
Alone I stand with the broken threads- the soulful symphony!

You take my song, the sad song I have
Your magic wand- better you make-
The precious moments now tucked in time-
Don’t let the changes take my breath away…

Jude… without you it’s a sad song-
With you I never had a chance
Only in dreams did it divine seem
The mystery of life in myriad hues-

Like a magic portion, the tales of yester years
You played the Piper for the soul entrapped
Now you’re gone with the songs of yore-
Muses remain afloat inside… like times before.

The sad songs and happy ones alone I ride
But selfish me, in times ‘o pain-
Look back in the pages of music- Jude,
To take my sad song and make it better… again…

Just 26 pieces

Grey translucent plastic made thee box
Of circular profile with a black lid tight
Lurking inside some ‘colorful shadows’

Unsure hands in giggles delight
Let the little plastics strewn afloor
Then in sudden silence stared at ‘em!

Crazy patterns, arranged- disarranged
Shouts in glee, little toothless wonder
Syllables pour, broken, like pearls from a necklace thread…

Finger pointed as mamma taught-
A… B… Eeee, then ‘O’- lips drawn close ‘n eyes bulge!
‘Mum… Mum’ with M- the umbilicus of life

In mind, her thoughts, waves of rhyme ripple
Like colors of life slow a rainbow form…
And letters of existence on her mindscape arrange

Letters, the words, the slaves of burden!
Of thoughts, of dreams, demands and prayers
But in a child innocent… abstract lie

Or is it some lullaby, some mantra to change-
The maladies that clout existence ahead?
The broken syllabi of a virgin soul

We never know the abstract words,
The touch of letters, of shapes anointed with sounds-
As a child feels the pulse of life.

In time the matrix arranges itself- articulate
She learns the wisdom that blesseth the race
No longer remain that magic of colors in her plastic box

Words, the letters- team twenty six
Paint us in colors as the years add on-
As life moves on the sledge of time

That had begun around a translucent box
Expires some day with those letters arranged-
The tomb stone regards or maybe newsprint memoir!

Only words remain in the journey of life
All grammar bound- worldly wise!
As…from those strewn pieces she creates seasons in the sun!!

Behold! All puzzles of this planet made of just 26 pieces…