Alas what do I do in an empty land..
Who dared me on the journey embarked
My thoughts has refused to talk to my mind
"Tell me what journey I'm on" at my mind I barked

For last time my humble abode I slept
And last time krim.. krim.. my phone rings
"Why not shut that device up" I thought
For what amount of noise it springs

Oh no!! Mother calls me today? That's a rareness
Yes!!! For on rare times will she ever call
Oh mother thou art to me a sweet bitterness
Why soliloquize?? Hear what she has to spill

A sad happiness did I use to pick her alertness
"Oh mother, you called" I voiced out...
Then I heard it all. I heard it with blankness
For mother never called but how come about?

Oh for my love !! What I heard have I foregone
And again the caller said to me clearer
The land of our silent fathers has she gone
For I asked painfully.. who father??

Yet the caller those words applies
The land of my silent fathers mother has visited
I still believe in the existence of lies.
For the caller lies, the caller has lied .

Oh my own mother? She knows not her way.
Mother has said to me before
If your father comes to you anyday
And says "come my son" even if you forebore

He shall say come with me to the land of your silent father
Never follow your father for it's no fate
But now the caller has lied on mother
The caller knows not the land mother hate.

For she beseeched me not to follow father
I Know, never would she go there .
For if she has gone, I too shall go farther,
For I can't be left alone here..


© Peace Philip's