One night, when my window panes, <br />Were blurred with the monsoon rains; <br />I took a stroll, myself all alone. <br />Down the solitaire memory lane. <br />A path, it is, twisting here and then; <br />Up and down, winding in joy and pain. <br />Here I see moments of happy days, <br />From a child to a girl dozing in fun and play. <br />There hung few annoying frames, <br />Of what I would love to repaint. <br />Landmarks of my life stand tall, <br />At every crossroad of what I recall <br />Suddenly, here I find a little alley, <br />Darting out of the often-tread <br />Streets of my memory valley; <br />I dared to step into it, dark and new <br />My bare feet hurting, as I walked through. <br />Lots of broken pieces of my heart <br />Made up the ridged stony path. <br />No nostalgia' flowers blossomed here, <br />The air was filled with clouds of tears. <br /> <br /> <br />I moved slowly, taking a heed, <br />I rather not dither my heart, than feet! <br />At a lonely corner of the grey street, <br />Within a mist of psychotropic sheet, <br />I spotted a dirt-adorned grotesque chest; <br />Should I open it, should I not? <br />At last myself, temptations hardly could resist <br />With screeches, cackles, and clutters, <br />The lid opens up in distress…. <br />I found some ashes of my dreams, <br />Two champagne glasses,1 with a crimson rim. <br />A ditty of a lovestory, some torn pages, <br />Of a hardbound book I read half way; <br />Few pieces of deluded kisses, <br />Scattered beads of unstrung promises. <br />Damp and wet feelings incessantly, <br />Fumed out from the chambers of the alley; <br />I closed my eyes, better not stoke the fire, <br />Let it stay in the solemn mares. <br />Locked inside the casket of pain, <br />Let me walk away this memory lane.<br /><br />Sagarika Julka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-lane-7/
