A storeroom at a corner of my home that no one bothers to enter now
Has grown up with me all the way through as far as my thoughts allow
Chockfull with paraphernalia I had cast off while sailing ahead in life
It offers me the coast I need when I pause at times, stuck in some strife
That night, when I opened its door, some fond moments awaited eagerly
My Tobu cycle, on which I'd dreamt to see the world, pedaling gingerly
Next to it slept my Barbie; soiled clothes, little hair, yet pretty, as ever
Pulling back the drapes from the past, I mused over days we're together
I dusted off a fat scrapbook, my holiday home-work, running into miles
Some sweet memories of my school days left behind a bundle of smiles
An earring parted from its match, a pair of sneakers choked with earth
Or even the rusted cooler in a corner had all shared my gloom n mirth
Looking at the fan, as it sweated, to bring about a puff of air on my face
I closed my eyes, to go back in time, away from the future, to my solace!
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