FLASHBACK

I was at a river bank

afar from all congeries

Sitting on a rusty bench

rewinding old memories.

Not every pain was hurting

Nor every laugh comforting

Flashing across in a streak

it all seemed overwhelming.

Thoughts already plied over

me n my heart, now heavier

Gray clouds, a heavy wind

In no time did they appear.

Felt I then over my cheek

the descend of a tiny drop

Couldn’t decipher if it was

the drizzle or my tear drop.

I left and I turned around

For one last look n it dawned

All that had been trivial then

Now, had an impact profound.

Like the everyday sunshine

Like the river water, pristine

Each day i lived has made me

which now tastes like old wine.

A Mind That....

When upon the roof, i lie

I always feel, i can fly....

Thoughts come, multiply

Into a mind that wanders.

Of all those sour moments

Of those sweet  memories 

Sewn in and out in series

Into a mind that ponders.

Why this happens after all?

Climbing up o'er the wall

Choosing a flight or a free fall

By a mind that wholly renders.

Tangled in a constant quest

A thousand thoughts in protest

Love, marching in to arrest

A mind, that always surrenders.