Growth spurt

Koyal The songbird cooes nitin sawhney
The year is 2005
its well past midnight
In the amber glow of the living room after hour lights
there i sat huddled in a corner
the television on & volume turned on low
the window behind the couch gaped open
soft,cold,night-time breeze gently whispered on the back of my neck
tickling me now and then.
An occassional powerful surge gently nudging me out of my reverie
The future lay ahead
i was standind at the crossroads
each road lead to more roads
i was uncertain,as on most nights

The Tv scene was early 1800s,
an indian countryside shot
in black and white frames
figures moved about on the screen
a man in a chariot with his lady at his side
her poory styled hair whipping behind her in the countryside breeze
some scenes of war
it made no sense to me
perhaps i was paying attention only occassionally
An exceptionally wonderful song
coupled with a strikingly unexpected video.
my eyes would fill up with tears on nights like these
Of an old love lost,of some crushed childish dreams
would i have new ones?
of course.of course.
my future,o my mysterious future
what lay before me?
I turned around
and tried to listen to the sweet,innocent,inexperienced nightly breeze
it was a lot like me
wishful,hopeful,bashful
came in when all others left
only the confused and thoughtful stayed behind
To haunt my hallways until,
the swirling vortex of thoughts thatwere allowed to unleash only at night,
would finally come under the hold of the sane and accepted predilections
i'd be back again songbird
to listen to the song you save only for me
on nights like these,i feel a universe apart from all those around me
in a happy.timeless,limitless existence
I clamoured it often,greedily
night after night after night
those were the truest nights of my growing up.