Past

Past, you are so near That I can touch the light You bestowed upon me, In my infancy. You are the witness of my youthful energy! You walked all the way From birth to the lonesome Way of Present, now, I am walking along. Golden is the memory I passed with my neighbors Of my birthplace. I see the vivid clips Of those mirthful days! Grandpa, grandma and the People of their age, Listening to the chanting Of The Ramayana or The Mahabharata on some Other days, and Drinking tea, chatting..... They fade in and fade out, The ups and downs of their Voices snatch my sleep. But, then too happiness Crawls back into my Sleepless nights. In my days of turbulence, Those blissful memories Wipe the grief of the Present. You are with me, So, I'm alive, or, You are alive, So I'm not dead. In your fold I have kept my best days I beguiled with my father, mother and my kins. I'll keep you with me, Until I slip into Your invisible fold!