Ah! those days of unbridled joy…
make me nostalgic
as I recount the saga with fondness
the vistas of pure fun and frolic
My oversized satchel housed nuggets of happiness
my first bi-cycle that incurred envy of many
and I rode with elan, let spirits soar high
my infatuations and first love …
my indulgences and much more
are hung to mind’s wall
like an exquisite framed photograph
they painted my world in colours of rainbow
spawned dreams drenched in nuances of furore
and I poured every drop of me to salvage
absolute tryst with core
Some episodes per se were gory …
sobs, pain teemed my story
I mourned, cried bitterly grieving the loss of dear ones
cursed fate for not supporting stance
my eyes welled up, pensive mood filled platter
I was haunted by loneliness
and words were spelt with tears
At last, I found shelter in the alleys of silence
slowly learnt to cope with sorrow
acted along dotted lines of perseverance
peace of mind, I tried to find
beyond the gleaming side of life
by then, I had realised that…
only a painful heart, dares to merge with the source
and pines for the sublime.
~ Sujata Dash
Bhubaneswar, India
Poignantly philosophical. All the memories and experiences expressed in a nutshell. Proud to be your friend.
Superb poem. Congrats Sujata ji