By Bobita Rai
There are heaps of memories long driven in the backyard,
like a rusted wheel barrow lying in a corner,
faint whispers reverberate in the front yard.
Vivid scenes, obscure conversations, resounding laughter...
in the corridors, hallways and laboratories,
of alma mater once taken for granted!
As if life would forever keep us glued together,
beyond lectures and discussions, huddled in noisy classrooms,
we became friends and more than that.
Sometimes lovers and strangers too!
Some lived for a little while and disappeared as thin mists.
It took a score and a half to stretch the cord and straighten the path,
perhaps not too late to revert time machine for a while,
Let's breathe life into the past and make memories yet again.
Not tenderly young are we now but vibrant still,
to share tales of friendship,love and life.
Of dusted dreams and wistful memories,
uncanny humour and mischief still rule the day.
Remembering those not with us anymore,
we shed tears as well in the converging ocean.
We are silly and funny, unafraid to be vulnerable,
brittle yet beautiful in the Potter's hand.
Distance made us closer than ever,
time failed to separate us altogether,
life taught us lessons to remember,
to love reckless and live selfless.
Not one is a child of a lesser God,
we are many but one, different yet alike
and more than anything else; we long to reconnect.
Lingering through the road map of bygone past,
splashing colours of warmth and love into those trodden paths-
Such is the ride we've taken with one accord.
Pushing the wheel barrow in the front yard
that's how we hold each other in our lives.