To Us

Someday,when the wind blows in from the west,
Someday,when the storm settles down for a rest,
There will be a restless calm,waiting to be born,
From the womb of chaos,alighting on a new morn.

Someday,when the sun will shine,and not burn,
Someday,when there will be no ashes in the urn,
The fragrance of the spring,with the wind,will dance,
The fairies of the winter,mute spectators,perchance!

Someday,when thoughts will be free to talk,
Someday,when words won't be put under lock,
The soul will breathe easy and heart flip,
Silence will find a voice, loud and deep.

Someday,when hearts will sing the tune of love,
Someday,when peace will lend wings to the caged dove,
The stains of blood will be washed by tears of repentence,
The gods on earth will seek salvation in their humble penance.

Someday,when you and I,seek to be We,
Someday,when their grief is too much for us to see,
He will appear,raining light,riding the chariot of fire,
He will purge the hell and all gloom,cast in a fiery gyre.

Till then,let Now show no mercy to the earth,
Let avarice and instinct base,attain huge girth,
Let light weep, despondent and in dispair,
Let each night die a little,for having no day to share!

                                                                                 Chandni.