Reminiscing

It's been a long time

Since I went there.

The roads now seem deserted

The empty houses stare.

Where are the people whom I knew

Who would love and always care?

Roads unknown and are new.

Strangers many among people so few.

There was a time when there would be a crowd

We could hear people laugh, sing and talk so loud,

The little kids would be seen playing 

Out in the fields

Whether it was raining or it was hot 

They needed no shield.

As I hold the brush

Of my hand, it slips

There are strokes I make 

But its the picture that I miss.

Now it stays as a memory

A treasure of stored moments

Which has vanished in a hurry.

Life is a canvas with its stages. 

So beautifully linked.

But as time passes it disappears

As if it was made with magic ink.