Forever Times

Will you come with me
To those far off places in my mind
Where beautiful memories of long journeys
Of trains, steamers, boats and the countryside lurks.

When I see you I remember
My life from some other lifetime
The time when the sky was golden
And there was sunshine.
When my grandma waited at home
For I and my little sister
To return from the lake
With our puny catch of fishes for the day.

I was a good man then
And it was a good life once
You remind me
Of my forever times.

Sitting by the Lakeside

The next time we meet, I shall ask you to walk with me. Walk through the paved lanes around Hussain Sagar and sit on the mildly moist grass with me again. I am beginning to forget the last time we did it. There is some distant memory of warmth and cuddle, of some relationship that used to make me laugh in my sleep.

Let's explore if those people live within us still. Let's sit by the lake side and watch the kids. Hand in hand, let's sit still.