Senile Broodings

Knowing it is futile I seek my youth, In the hallway of life, Like the blind after a spectral shadow When I see the frolicsome youth Leaving the campus gates on every eve How I long to retrace my steps To devour once more the tastiest slice of life As I see the waves advancing to kiss the shore How I long to embrace my youth But when I hear their retreating roar I discern, the old has to pave way for the new With a jolt I realize, time has fled like a thief Stealing all my treasures away I could hear the sound Of fast falling footsteps behind Alas, couldn’t catch up with the villain To retrieve the loot The grains of sand have slipped off So quickly from the hourglass Alas, time like a sweeping whirlwind Never stops or pauses for anybody Age has left me fidgety and frail And I abhor looking into the mirror For fear of being repelled by my image I have fallen like a spent star Into the singularity of life My limbs are not supple any more But leathery and slow Life has been a roller coaster ride Now the fuel is almost spent And at the indicator The needle has hit the minimum It is now time to bundle up As the winter blasts are around Being at the periphery of life It is also time to tie a noose Around all my unbridled desires Here I stand alone on the sea strand Looking at the russet sunset And drag my feet on a return journey Homeward…… To fall into the ensuing silence!