A Window to the past
Wednesday 1 January 2014 by Meghna Pandey
As a compulsive nostalgist, there is no better way to welcome a new year than reminisce about the last!
Strange are the ways of time,
And its already another year gone by.
A new past to lament over and a little more to pine
And as tomorrow's sun shines,
I bask not in its warmth but,
Wander beneath yesterdays canopy
Trudge a little and run some
To chase shadows and follow a whisper
To look for someone lost and find none.
Then there is the drizzle and Oh what fun!
But the breeze with the familiar scent,
Now also brings with it a slight shiver
And before its too late to catch up with the sun,
I must grab a little bit of this earth,
Less I find a soul to come
And look to morrow alas,
For more than anything,
To give me another window to the past...
the past is here, as is the morrow,
in my mind,
suspended in a bubble,
like an endless field stretching from the ends of the universe,
to the ends of the universe,
starts and culminates in my heart,
everything here and now,
my moment full of infinity,
my time frozen in time.
regards,
A
PS: your post about the little hungry kid whose stomach hurts is haunting, it evokes an imagery thats hard to let go, in what it represents about the vast majority of kids out there. Hard to stop thinking about it.
@Anonymous: Thanks for sharing this beautiful excerpt, it makes me want to write more frequently :)
You're welcome :)
To use a much misused word, please 'revert' to your writer's self.
Its wonderful to see the author's reply on a slightly dormant blog...issi baat pe freshly thought Hindi haiku pesh-e-khidmat hai...
khayaalon ke pankkhon pe udaan bharte rahiyega,
beete kal ki hon ya aanewale pal ki,
ummeedon ki lau ko bujhne na dijiyega.
regards,
A