The changes ,,and the unchangeables...
ABHIJIT MAZUMDAR SENIA SETARIST·WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2015
Sometimes,i come across my old diaries...full of my writings,including poems,songs,stories written by me,some chatterbox,my mind goes back to
the olden days..when mere looking at the sky and watching the horizon for hours together, used to be a great pastime for me.Plenty of lines used to
crowd in my mind..unknown tunes inside my mind used to make me sink
into an oblivion...I was easily transformed with the identity of the Eagle
soaring high ...the clouds passing by...The air touching my skin,used to whisper,..”can you tell me..from where are we coming? Over the deep sea
and ocean,crossing high mountains..we came to touch you..”I said the “hello...thank you “ and remained grateful...While lying on my back on the
roof top in a summer night...watching crores of sparkling tiny lights on the
dark nights cover on the sky,my body felt lighter and lighter ..as if floating
just beneath the sky...I know things have changed,situations have changed,
my age is taking me ahead through time...but I am certain,those days will
come back soon,...very soon,when I will be able to touch and feel my
childhood once again...
No comments:
Post a Comment