IMPRINTS of Time
Sometimes I see shadows
Playing somewhere
in a corner
Sometimes I hear voices,
The pitch too high
Sometimes flashes of memoirs blur the reality
And I sneak-peak
back into past
I smile, happily, joyously to myself
I realize that a bag full and heavy I have restored
From the very best
moments of my life
Decorated with glitters of laughter, sparkles of strives
A pinch of even
those tears shimmer in it
Balloons full of love and life, hate bait sarcasms, craziness and insanity
In unison with the fun filled fights
And up and up they have flown
Over many many
moons of time
Sometimes I come to this place,
Where a film roles
before me
And I watch it keenly,
All the magic
moments again and again and again
Sometimes the places around me become alive
And I see outlines
of people moving, talking, laughing
It for once forces me to believe,
To believe that there is a little bunch of insanes
Until I see myself among them,
Churning the
sweetness out of life and breathing it in deeply and merrily
I see myself riding over the stallion
And winning every
game with pals along side
I see shields hard for any power of world outside
Soft and mild at
my end
Dusted with time and eroded by that very world
I
find those spots worthless, dim and dejected
What remains is fossilized time and deeply buried nostalgia
Of that I am the
owner and the treasurer
These instances as they passed,
Jeopardized me
with their very ends
But as I stand at the brim today
I satisfy my fears
with just one line-
“Nothing could have been
better”
I drank from the chalice of life
And sprang from my very own ashes
The journey moves forth,
But sometimes just sometimes
I see shadows
playing somewhere in a corner
Sometimes I hear voices, the pitch too high
And with a
sneak-peak back into past
I smile happily, joyously to myself.
