As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Love story

7 January 2010 at 00:09
Back in 1992
In a playground
A boy meets a girl
Unknown to each other
Amidst a crowd
They fall in love

Heartaches soon follow
Captured in the travails of love
Its twists and turns
With weeping hearts
They fall apart
Only to find love again


Yes love they found
In troubled times
Turbulent as it can be
Defying norms and certainties
Together they dreamt
Of a life unknown

Their spirits soar
Like an unicorn
As they look back today
Glimpses of past
Protected in an enveloping mist

This Love story of 1992
Saw many a winter pass by
And monsoon rain
Yet it stood like the lone leaf in a tree
Withstanding time and eternity

Back in 1992
In a playground
A boy meets a girl
Unknown to each other
Amidst a crowd
They fall in love
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