What is Heaven?
What is Happiness?
Is Heaven happiness?
Does Happiness bring Heaven?
Where do they reside?
In the land of windswept dreams,
Perhaps.
Formless thoughts swirling in
The blue, vast canvas -
The canvas of God:
He paints it with clouds
And dabbles with some colours.
And the birds fly free.
But are they really?
For who knows what "free" is.
The greatest truth? Or maybe
Its undoing.
And the stars float down
Like paper butterflies
Into a city of Red:
Where they've lost all remorse
And the only boon they know
Is the search for "More".
It's a black and white rainbow
That touches the Earth.
No, at the base, it's not gold,
It's just an urn of light.
Useless, old light.
No one needs it.
And so it rots
While the grasshopper sings
Its mournful song
Of a love once lost
Into a distant horizon.
Just as two lovers
As two stars in the sky
Are separated by a sea -
A galaxy -
Of Time. Father Time.
So the clock ticks by
And the world moves round
And all this while
I'll raise a monument
for you.
It'll watch as we're led
By the Reaper and his horse
Across the sea -
The galaxy -
And dive into eternity.
One day, maybe, they'll find
This excuse of a poem
And laugh till their hearts
Come popping out.
Maybe we'll look down
Or maybe we'll look up.
But all this while
I will rattle and shake
The bars of this cage
That holds the galaxy
Of tears
And laughs
And smiles
And voices
And images
And silences.
