A WALK DOWN THE MEMORY LANE

A walk down the memory lane,

A path into the depths of history,

Bending and turning but running continous,

A lone plight into the past, some being a mystery.

The more one digs deep into it,

Things previously unseen, seem to unfold,

The past holds things that can shock,

Even the strongest of hearts, behold!

Like an empty tank, empty water- pipes,

Drops of water drop down, one by one,

Scarcity makes the demand more intense,

Flood is what the want, not an empty can.

Leaves of memories swirl past my eyes,

Each bearing the mark of some things that are etched,

I dream of wandering there once again,

To relive those moments of gold, like drinking the finest wine.

That feel of the winter sun on my skin,

The smell of the much-beloved empty classroom,

That lengthy corridor, where images flash by,

Hiding in the closet that contains the brooms.

The hooter that signals the end of the day,

That sound indicating the start of the play,

The much awaited house-matches,

The much liked field of reddish brown clay!

The wait at the bus-stop, the eagerness to reach school,

The fun of meeting friends once again,

The joy and freshness of the first period,

As the day went on, the tiredness that was without pain.

The daily rumblings of the guys,

The chit-chat of the girls, mix to form a noise junction,

The deafening shout of the teacher,

The excitement of the annual function.

How do you forget the life you had then?

How will you  bear to get separated from them?

The golden time is gone-

Time runneth but the memories, it can never stem!