Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The good old college days
Sometimes back, I was obsessively jealous thinking my place had been captured
By some new fresh face, ready to create yet other vignettes of new episodes.
But each time I thought to reason out I was left with one consolation, that memories do never part. Remembering the farewell was so simple yet so stiflingly wretched, the more I cried the more memories rushed in to fill up the empty spaces of my mind.
An unknown fear clasped me ....
That memories fade out into the mists of the mind like chimera,
Often leaving the footprints which cannot be evaded .
But to my relief....
Just when I was going into the cold realm of oblivion,
You turned your face towards me and sweetly called my name.
That gossamer moment I wished the life to pause, to retrace the steps back;
And plunge forward to have a glimpse of all that was a passe, a dream;
And bathe in the same old gleams of sunlight to say 'cheers'!
How could you slip from my mind when you always belonged to me, me and only me?
But when you came back like a mirage, you came only to remind me of the farewell.
I could barely open my lips to protest, gulped down the pain silently.
How I wished to leap across the bounds of hurdles to hold your hands!
I smiled back at you despite all sniffles and sighs and welled up tears in my eyes.
I still remember my courtesy to wave and utter" Goodbye"!
2 Comments:
You seem to posses a vast lexicon.
i love that poem..
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