Memory Card
Memory Card
Memories start flowing in
Amidst the quarnatine bliss
And I hold on to the ones about
the old chambakka tree in our backyard,
the smell of ammachi's pazhampori from some evenings,
the hearty smile that chachi give,
every single time I get back from school
And I remember the sense of belonging that once ruled my head
And how I have grown apart from all those, too soon, too fast.
I remember the cold damp towels
my mother kept on my forehead
on the days I had a fever
and also that recurring dream
That visited the sick child like a neighbour, unwelcome, but came anyway.
In the dream, now lost,
it was always night,
a lake in between,
with banks both sides.
At some point, a person, unknown walks to the bank,
and flashes a light to the opposite bank,
Hours and hours pass by
But he receives no reply, and
He walks away heartbroken,
unnoticed
And hopeless.
He walks away, lost.
A similar light shines
from the other shore,
a little later,
maybe in the hope of being known, noticed or being loved
maybe in search of a Home
He too waits hours
With the light towards the empty opposite shore,
And walks away broken,
just the same way
and I wake up,
not knowing whether
they will ever find each other's
light, whether they will ever meet.
And I notice that single tear,
stuck at the corner,
Waiting to fall but never does
Memories start flowing in
Amidst the quarnatine bliss
And I am reminded of a strange dream
Once there, now lost.