poem

Hearing own voice

Helena Ferreira

The half-open windows of the soul
A voice calls, calls, calls.
My own voice
Crying, cry, cry.

Calls for life
Life that walking
For deserts or malls
Seeking smiles
Among the successes and failures of life.

Keeping secrets
What d'previously remembered
And now forgotten
The sad face of bitter lives.

There is no space in the windows ajar
Now wide open
To receive a flower
What d'before hidden
Now blooming in the garden of glory or pain.

Pain that is ...

And everything goes out the window ajar
Now wide open
My soul
Calling, calls, calls
What d'forgotten before
Now get the drops of wisdom
What anoints the heart
Letting go of that soul
Crying, cry, cry
In the windows again ajar.

Seeking dreams
Making prayer
Beating bells
In a brief song.


DEDICATED FOR SONY KOKKATTU VARGHESE

Special person in my life.