The Past

For oft when I lie down on my sofa,

The past flashes on my inner eyes,

I understand not, wondering why,

I suddenly find myself filled with nostalgia.

 

Reminiscing stories learnt from Grandmother,

Characters of fiction come alive

My heart with joy again fills 

And try to dance with them together.

 

Reminiscing about parents, with me, no more,

Who spent their lives keeping me happy,

My heart with void fills

As they depart and carried out of the door.

 

Reminiscing the friends close to me

Who depart or on verge of it,

In vacant and pensive mood, I lie,

Wondering when there would be a call for me?

 

Reminiscing about better half

Who tied her fate with me long back,

I enjoy the bliss of her company

Wonder when you snatch her away in a huff!  

 

Reminiscing success stories of the past,

My heart with pleasure fills,

The story of failures brings pain a lot,

How long I wonder it will last?

 

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s time for tea!”

Light of morn flashes on outer eyes,

“Where have you been? It’s me!”

Bliss of solitude vanishes, I slowly arise.