Poem: Memories Will Dwell

Today, my boat has reached its shore; 

but now I miss the sailing even more.
While this odyssey reaches its epilogue
,the next boat awaits at its prologue.
 Another voyage is about to test my valor
but sadly, now I’ll be a lonely sailor.

The time has come to bid a painful farewell, 

and to take away the pearly memories, 

captured in a delicate sea shell. 

***

That was a carefree era, 

when we expected nothing grand, 

small things made us happy, 

dancing in the rain and aroma of the wet sand.

To be perfect, we were never bound

and life was a whimsical playground.

Meeting those people so down-to-earth, 

gave a whole new reason to my birth. 

Varied emotions, soft like soil,

and hard like rock,

only to live them again,

I Wish I could reverse the clock.

***

A few days from now,

I might be on cloud number nine,

like a bird, touching the sky,

but will the freedom be mine?

The air will be full of music

but the sounds will be melancholic.

To color the black and white aura, 

memories will help to garnish.

And like flavored smoke,

of the shisha,

this time will vanish.

***

-Ashish