Retrospect

Nostalgia ...


                                                   Retrospect
                                   Time and tide waits for no one

                  A small sleeping town --
                  keeper of fond memories and secrets.
                  Here life flourishes under majestic Sal trees
                  open fields surrounding the land invite you to a larger self. 

                 I came back to my home-town after spending
                 five years in different land for higher education
                 a few peaceful days before moving towards new destination
                 high, higher, highest -- that's law of life !

                 Meanwhile the town did not change much,
                 same old streets, same old school building
                 some look bit worn-off, others bit polished --
                 overall I found it same, exactly as it used to be.

                Only significant difference was on known faces,
                masks of strangers with rusts of time --
                or is it me, whose eyes were blinded with 'higher knowledge' ?
                Probably, this is how we leave one 'shell' and embrace a new one !

               I did not like it --
               fled to a bigger place, a jungle of grey
               to hide myself among unknown faces.

               Now as I sit alone in far-away land  
               looking at drying autumn leaves,
               I remember bright festive autumn mornings 
               from childhood and feel smell of dew on laterite 
               in scarlet running through veins !