1973

I have been living

in a dark dark chamber,

my life is searching

for a gifted amber...

But then,

am being told,

that am getting old...

For this ain't the time

trying to live free...

For this isn't 1973

i look at the sky,

n watch the eagle..

I was mighty sailor

and carried a Bigul..

Sea was my courtyard where

is spent my youth,

dark days of hunger

along with adventure n loot..

And while being served a beer

not so cold..

They laugh at me, my stories..

As if they were faked gold,

walking myself out of the laughing spree..

I remind myself that

this isn't 1973.

Stars up above,

screaming their song,

long n funny lyrics,

mocking the dark night along.

Little man below,

trying to dream..

Of a day on its way

to be sweet like chocolate cream,

waking up to the choir,

of the wind wrestling the eastward tree..

Reminding me that i can't sing anymore..

For this isn't 1973

closing my eyes,

to the subtle darkness

driving my car,

like am hit by some madness..

(and they think these old eyes can't see what they are trying to do ??? )

think that am a mad nut

and say my days are gone..

Trying to teach me how to live life,

like before me they were born...??

Am not trying anymore,

to make them understand,

that i was the god of the sea,

now wandering your filthy land..

Am going away...

Far far far away now,

i hate your ironed shirts

and the breath of cardamom n clove

i curse you all,

have a face full of blisters

and eyes stung by bee...

For not letting an old man live

peacefully,

just cos he loved his year...

The year 1973...!!!