by Guhan Santhanam
Tracing breadcrumbs on a cloudy sky,
Searching footprints in pouring rain.
A brail , a cane , a best friend,
To stammer down, memory lane.
Past with present, is a strange infusion.
Sights of a father, with eyes of a son.
When your laughter,carries no noise. Your sorrow , no tears.
You regress to fall,
but stand in bloom.
Memory treasure hunts,
will measure the distance;
Between you then,
And you now.
Sculpted moments, flash.
From the journal of a saga.
Overwhelmed, unprepared Ghosts of the past,
could never open doors.
Would leave a window,
to a time that was.
Horizons of the past,
caress your grasp.
Horizons of the past,
evade your touch.
A presence by my shoulder,
with a need to discover.
Word said clear,
to be suspended nowhere.
This day ‚That year.
You so gently whisper;
you cannot help but wonder…
Why does fragrance linger,
Where those lips said goodbye?
This day ‚That year.
You so gently whisper;
Scars dont lie, Memories belie.
This is just another day,
Carved on the shadows of a milestone.
This is just another day,
Tugged to the curves of a wishbone;
This day,That year.
You so gently whisper;
to remember or, forget.
Who would know?