| By : Ajit Hari Sahu ( Posted on :30 Aug, 2005 ) | Total Views : 173 | Previous | Next |
While lying in the ruins of past
i often road to my destination behold.
On its grassy surface i view
strewn like morning dew,
my dreams growing old
Beneath the white tufts of clouds
crossing the vast blue sky
while lying in these ruins
i've seen,seasons come and go by.
On a misty morning
my road often disappears
and when autumn leaves are falling
a desolate look it bears
but again it's hung with fragrant flowers
when joy comes down in careless showers.
I long to walk that road
which I've long seen
wet and dry
but to leave these ruins
I'm not very keen
one may wonder why
What lies in these ruins
that doesn't lets me leave
may be its the mellow melancholy
which some memories weave
or it's isolation
where no one hears my sighs
or may be the darkness
which lets me escape
even my own eyes
But now on this dawn
when my path lies
glittering in the sun
I decide,to these ruins
someother day i shall return
I may return someday to relish
delectable memories of the past
but today i move out to cherish
my dreams,for they may not forever last
