Flights down the memory lanes ’ve always been blissful,
Filling steam to keep me kicking.
They keep swaying across, playing hide-and-seek
And giving me reason to keep seeking, to keep going.
Is it joy, or was it pain
Rolling back the pages of my neatly saved diary?
Did they do a favor, the gusts of wind, as they swept along –
Across my eyes, as I kept gazing at the blinking skies from my bed
Or, carved my sleep with neat dreams –
Wordless speech, and silences that spoke so much.
Whether it was a joy, or a pain, I loved it
For it’s all about you, neatly strewn and knitted
About your love, smiles and tears
And they were all for and about me!
The chill is intoxicating,
- intoxicating, in renting a strange feeling of warmth and strength
of warmth that’s about your love
that I might have seen in your eyes,
or maybe my weird imagination,
but never stopping me from putting the pieces together
- the smiles, the unspoken words, or the plain looks
and carving out dreams –
Dreams of togetherness, of warmth, of moments of oneness
Of electric pulses in love.
Whether it’s joy or pain, I love it
for the tears it brings along,
warm tears that knead warmth all across my body and spirit
when everything about seemed to become cold.
© Sashikant Mohanty
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