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.
Anjali,
ReplyDeleteVery true. We do not realize how our daily experiences shape us into what we become. Well expressed.
Take care