Parcel
In my imagination wild
I would hold your hands
Watch lovingly
Your soulful eyes
Even sing
Nothings gonna change my love for you
Starring in my own fantasy
Scribble verses dripping with mush
In my diary
Friend used to say
You’ve gone mad
And I used to enjoy that
Knowing they were making fun
Time’s train kept moving forward
Trees kept running back
Yet you kept on following
As faraway hills
On the distant horizon
With time the hills too fell back
Mountains came and went
Sunlight darkness and twilight
Made their entries and exits
Sometimes expectedly
Often unexpectedly
Past could never keep up its pace
With the ever widening horizons
And the baggage kept on increasing
Of good bad and barren memories
Yet at the bottom somewhere
Maintaining its freshness
Stayed alive
A tiny parcel of memory
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
So lovely. I loved the line; tree kept running back.
Thanks a lot Sadje for your appreciation. I value it a lot.
At a certain age when we have completed most of our obligations we tend to become nostalgic. And these lines have come from those moments of nostalgia.
You are most welcome. I agree but I haven’t reached the stage yet perhaps one I’ll get there too.
Beautiful!
Thanks a lot Luisa.
You’re most welcome 💜
Beautiful. I could relate to all that you wrote. I liked the last four lines a lot.
Thanks a lot and I am happy that the poem could make a connection.
Actually I have translated this from my Marathi Poem. Which is much better as it captures the local flavour.