The sun is set and the darkness is flooding…
The storm has broken on the path;
The winds, with dust efface your footprints –
Living in the shadows of my past.
And hard I clasp the tender strings –
Of fond memories … and streaks of melancholy;
And bind them to heart’s forever…
In the bond of eternity!
Lest, the storm should snatch them away,
And throw in its flight,
Into some distant remoteness…
Where our remnants, not retrace we might.
Perhaps it’ll cost a sigh… or a tear at times.
Or may some auspicious hour arrive… when it unfolds
… the dishevelled dreams of mine.
And speak to me – the words untold.
[27 March 2002 | Guwahati]