I remember that scent, sight and sound From a time when life's pages had yet to turn Playing in midday sun until we felt our skins burn A handful of toys lost yet new friendships found.(more…)
It was taken here, perhaps eons ago
Over by the building that stands no more.
A person stood by quivering, lips so pale,
Staring at a photo, with a silence stone cold.
The moment felt queer, quiet and still
Shadows long departed, yet an instant stayed on;
Eerie, nostalgic or is it just a trick of light?
An unending display of a time traveller’s skill!
What is it about cherishing old deeds?
To relish and relive a life we can’t feel!
Is it me who has an inquisitive mind?
Or is it the stranger peeking into my void?
Like two ends of a thread in a remarkable yarn
Separated by unseen forces, yet destined to meet;
I see no pattern but I know the design is just great
Lost in this outwardly trance I twist and twine!
I glanced again at the remarkable photograph
And reminisced all the unfelt unknowns!
While I stood there regarding the senses at play
I became yet another visceral moment, locked in time!
I came running onto the platform,
To embark on a magical journey
Through moving mountains, over rivers;
Through dark tunnels and black forests.
This weekend was really good. Had a nice trip to B’lore-Yercaud (actually Yercaud only). I had been told what a ‘hep’ place B’lore is and all that and was really curious to see what all the fuss was all about. Ya it was my first time to the famed city! But plans to roam around in the city crashed when my friends informed me that they have arranged for a one day trip to Yercaud.(more…)