Memory fades… soul remembers

Today I am posting one of my earliest and my first real attempt at trying to give words to my emotions..

I think I was always slightly at awe of people who could write..  my respect was almost unconditional for them. Though, through out school I was above average at my language classes and had also made a few feeble attempts to make my pen speak.. it was without any satisfactory outcome. Only much later-..  must have been 20 or 21-  when I left home for higher studies; that I think I really found, the calm in me to listen to what my heart had to say and then let it flow out..

Following are the lines written many spring ago.. nostalgia and a homesick heart giving words a chance~



Drenched earth greets my sole, wet grass tickles my feet...

Moist breeze gently brush across my cheek

and a wet fragrance tease my sleepy senses

Scattered leaves, broken branches .. fallen trees all around

-basking in the dappled sunlight.. spoils of last night's storm.

O’ what a celebration it was… the primal dance of nature!

Lighting strikes across the sky; to reveal trees swaying with the raving wind-

shadows dancing to the beat of a distant drum..

Nature have woken up from her winter hiatus;

Playing out her age old ritual of resurrection!

A mad spell of wind, rain and storm...

and a lull..

next morning I wake up to see-

Scattered leaves, broken branches and fallen trees all around;

basking in the dappled sunlight; spoils of last night's storm.

O’ what a celebration it was- The primal dance of nature!

As my soul bathe in the promise of spring:

I see, the dry lazy winter quietly slip away…

-Ah’ the spring morning of my childhood dreams

Spring of my growing up fancy

Spring, they tell me- still comes

how I long for it...