Sunday, June 26, 2016

!!! Down The Lane !!!

A flicker of emotion,
A view that brings the feeling of Déjà vu,
A word, a look, a conversation
So many things, such little things,
Pushing you down to the huge landscapes of memory lane,

Feeling my heart full,
While looking at the drizzle outside my window,
I acknowledged all the memories, resurfacing,
Time stops, as I stay at the same spot at my window
But my mind travels, months, years, decades back

How I yearned to look at the brightest spot,
The one I always found in the kitchen of my old house,
Every morning, as my mom scutter around it,
How I yearned to come back to that small place I called home,
My mom kept it like heaven, waiting with a cup of tea
When I entered the house, hose down from rains,

How I yearned, to touch the softness of her wrinkles
Grace my hand on her hand, on her face
How I yearned to kiss her forehead again,
While she lay watching her favourite TV,

How I yearned to feel the coolness of the marbles,
Beneath my calf, as I spent lazy summer afternoons with my parents,
How I yearned to be able to dust away the years on yet another book,
From my grandfather’s collection and smell the old pages,
As my father tells me yet another instance
Of the love of books my grandfather nurtured,

How I yearned to feel the joy of my darling pet
Whenever I come home after a long absence,
The unconditional love he graces me with every single time,
He teaches me about relationships more than any human I know.

How I yearned to spend another night
Cuddled with my family in long summer nights
In overly cold room, cooled by the cooler
When air conditioning was far beyond the means,

How I yearned to feel his love again in my heart, in my bones,
As he protect me from the frowns of my parents,
Mischievousness & wrong doing's of my cousins
And unprecedented taunts of relatives,

How I yearned to ask him to borrow his big dial watch once again
I yearn for him every time I buy a watch till today,
None matches the warmth of his old cold steel,
Flashing on my tiny wrist, while I pretend to be someone big

How I yearned for all those lost years,
When we all could have been together,
When we could  have more time with one another,
Time we lost, trying to do the right thing,

Looking at the window, I realise something
I have everything I want,
I have it in me to get everything I desire
But, what I really need is already behind me.

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