Back to my home town once again
after a long period which leads to
search the pages of book named “Memories”
I wonder where did I leave them and
when did I forget them
the answer was simple
I left them behind while I was too busy in
traveling to collect new memories
that is not sweeter than those I left
Step in to the home
where I get and lost half part of my life
It was the place I learn to walk, talk , love and live
and it happens to be the same which I fear to enter
even though the reason was not me
To set our minds free means
to fall in the hands of memory as its prey
without our permission it comes to us
sometimes it make us laugh
sometimes it will become the reason of our tears
some times it give us the opposite reaction
we experienced at that point
Anyway I love it to call as a magician
who transport us freely to the years behind
and brings all the important events
of our life with less effort
I wonder how well you connect things
which had no connection at all
Thinks to places, places to people,
People to events and so on
Every minute objects there
compel me to take a reverse gear,
a travel back of eighteen years.
My eyes unknowingly started surveying
everything that had a connection with me in the past
The rooms I slept peacefully with the child’s innocence
The toy cycle which reminds me life is a race
The steps which teach me the ups and downs
The showcase that served as the
first platform to exhibit my talents
every thing was same except one
There was a man who stood with me
from the time I born
For him I was his first child and
the most lovable one too
He loved me more than anyone else
which I am sure even now
Today also he is there but not alive
A sudden guilty feeling
strikes and brings me back to real life
Why I didn’t even try to enter the home?
Why did I fear all of them?
The answer is simple
Always I tried to escape from life
and I can’t afford a single word that hurts me
A sinfulness arouse in me
Things would have been different
if I would have tried at least once
May be it will make it more dangerous too
Who knows?
Who can challenge the fate?
I am sure what ever happens he will be there for me
why I didn’t drop in there for eighteen years
still I taken aback in the discussions of going there
Why?
Why I was taken aback? I don’t know
May be that was the destiny
Oh! how cheap I am
to give all my faults to destiny
while looking at his deep sleep
A question arouse in my mind
I just wanted to ask him
whether he wished a happy reunion
But he is never going to wake up
for answering my question
or receiving my apology.
Slowly I realized one more thing
the addition of one more page in the
book Memories and yes
He and this day is preparing to be
the darkest page in my memory.
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