We walked
In the town of our youth
In endless circumambulations
On the periphery of the lake
Watching its shades
Changing colours
From silvery to blue
From green to asphalt
Watching its shades
Changing colours
From silvery to blue
From green to asphalt
From dawn to dusk
For as long as
The lights allowed.
There were
Many a walking breaks
Hither & thither
While shaking hands
Failing yet again
In conjuring a witty
Humorous and piquant
Original reply to every
How are you
Where have you been
How was your day
Or a long time no see
Greeting
Those known faces
But not known
Otherwise
To where they lived
Who they were
How they lived.
Sometimes chancing upon
The self made elders
Patting keep it ups
Love your attitude
On the lucky achievers
And to the timorous
Struggling within like me
Slapping innuendos
In quivering smile
In disparaging
Sympathy of lost hope.
And the occasional breaks
At tea and coffee joints
Listening to
Who thought what
And fiery debates
And fiery debates
On news articles
On movies
On politics of war
On love of fashion
On love of fashion
On the decreasing
Standards and values
Reaching dead end
Stifling yawn
And we move out
Some of us
To The Billiards Room
The Club, The Library.
And rest of us
Looking for someone to love
Who'd love back
The same way
As we thought we’d love
For the beauty that
Walked the grace
Of the greyish winter Oaks
Of the auburn autumn maples
In hope to find her
In the evening crowd
With stirred heart storms
Left to be dissolved
Into thin air
Blowing from the lake
Across the years
Across the youth
In the beating
Umbrella-less showers
In the soaked socks
Through the film
Of smouldering smoke
From fallen brown leaves
Crushing below the shoe
Of desolate abandoned walks
Jumping those sprightly steps
Trying to find desperately
Something to weave
through
The dark grey winters
Looking up at stars
That faded too quick
Into shards of
Wishing to one day
To stumble upon the dream
In a silent promise
To find her
This time round come spring.
poem by Ramakant Pande
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