The Memory Shop

The clock ticks but the time doesn’t pass,

I shoot a glance at the hourglass.

The sand in it trickles and I see it drop

And soon am locked in a memory shop.

On the blank canvas at the entrance I see,

Some memories yet to be.

“Walk Inside” the directions read,

More canvases led my way ahead.

Paintings of moments were shining with love,

A stroke of happiness double coated with madness above.

I entered a room which was bustling with noise,

I felt as if I heard a familiar voice.

It echoed in the alley, the floor

The kitchen, lobby and the store.

I searched around, I looked on

But before I knew it was gone.

Suddenly the echo stopped, the bustle dead,

The room fell all silent instead.

No alley, kitchen or store

Then stirred with that roar.

I moved on and the path turned left

It felt like some time’s theft.

A memory was lost or was I too slow?

Did moments fly or was I lost in some flow?

Too late it must have been

I couldn’t afford to wait or lean.

And so I moved on again and walked

Still in that memory’s lock.

Ahead was an isolated room

Whose air I recognized was that of gloom

Tears rained, emotions in there whirled

Darkness spread and grief twirled.

I wondered why it should feel this way,

I wondered why the sadness in this stays.

Amidst the sorrow and the pain,

The feeling of solitude sustained.

I turned, spun and glanced around,

And that was when I probably found,

Opposite the wall I could read as “home”

There was a girl who stood all alone.

Notice Board Of Life

The news notice board of life displayed in bold at the centre was “Second phase down. Next starts in a fortnight’s time.”

Another news highlighted in red just below it like a side heading read “Principal Lady luck has resigned. Elections for the next start shortly. Check notice board for future updates.”

On the top left corner of the board assigned for fests and meets were photographs pinned with memories innumberable. A boy and girl were standing in their school uniforms with a girl in the centre who looked like the one I see in the mirror everyday. Another gloss finished memory put up there was of a thin girl sitting with my mirror image in a train. It reminded me of reading the “Trip to Sikkim” notice hung two months ago on this same noticeboard. Also placed beside it was a picture with two figures in it posing with their creation of the “aero-paper-plane.”

Jumping from the memory wall to the next section on the board, my eyes haulted at the bottom section . It was adorned with phrases and quotes by famous personalities. The quotes were specifically arranged in a criss cross manner perhaps to give an illusion of an overlapped thought or circumstance in life.

The one my eyes caught said “If you don’t find the escalator to success, take the stairs.” Just overshadowing that quotation was one which read “Gratitude, a lesson never to be forgotten.”

That’s when I heard the bell ring...

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Giving Up

She had asked me one day if I would ever return back...

I smiled at her telling "Ofcourse I would Ma!"

She turned away as though she didn't seem to hear what I said.

She knew my answer.

Living A Dream

By the river, I would want to walk

To see the breeze and water talk

Hold on the rail and open arms

Only to feel the soothing calm

To hear to the music play

And cherish every moment of the day

A one time walk downstream

Into the lane where the poets dream

Up a mountain and down the hill

Into the valleys and the rills

Touch the water with my finger

And all my thoughts would then linger

A moment of joy, a moment so pure

The moment I’d live with thoughts free from lust and lure

This day that I would want to live

And take all the blessings the world has to give

Dream of what you wish one day

Dream or the song may fade away

One chance that you may have got

Would be lost in the life’s busy slot

Just that once there would be no freedom lock

And then the melody of music will never stop.