Memories Forever And Grey
By Meher Gandhi
Whites and yellows and all those browns,
When all on land was running on clouds.
No pinks and purples,
Only papers and on them frowns.
No coffee and cola,
Only dull windows and sundown.
I turn my head towards the cracky bed,
to know if there’s something more.
The flower’s there, still unfed,
Nothing yet everything I adore.
And, there lays a book on the bedside,
Only if I could sprint in time and buy it again.
When all my notions were being reclassified,
Ironically, I once wrote about ‘carpe diem’.
When all life was a dangerous roller-coaster,
Yet, it seemed to be the slowest slide.
When I thought I was being braver,
Why do I see ways untried?
No hope of repass,
Nothing to rebuild.
I used to weep over the milk still in glass,
Now, is it me who mourns over the spilt?
I look away,
And walk towards the door.
Worries and plans remain outplayed,
Now that the sea has been explored and nothing’s really left on the seashore.
The Sun will shine again,
And stars will rise again.
This eventide is just today,
But, it’s memory is forever and grey.
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