Reminiscenes

Oh those days gone past my era of joy, “Come back – come back’’ I’m yelling now. Still today when the memories of those days flashback, a moment of smile returns with the images of a few happy friends holding hands and Rejoicing-rejoicing in the small school of Jnaneshwar. The river of love was flowing in full swing, here-there, everywhere was joy and joy and amidst that joy lived some joyful friends happily. we will never meet, my dear friends, all of us once again and even in this tearful life of today the slight memories of those days bring back the smile on my face. Oh those days gone past my era of Joy- “please come back”. Violent tides battle in the ocean of tears each day that I remember the days gone past in to the pages of memory, and the Harbor though strong and resistant soon falls apart as the teardrops wet my cheeks. The stream of life haunted through the coot and hern and joy bubbled at each fall until it made a sudden sally and listed a thousand miles between us which changed all. Late at nights I’ve often awoken to cry for the laughter that reverberates in my dreams, and soaking my tears, I’ve often turned back expecting your eyes which never allowed me feel solitary and I’ve passed each day hoping that this day is the last day of separation but the time is the arrow which once shot, never really returns back. Oh those days gone past my era of joy, don’t Leave me broken, torn and lovelorn- “Please come back.” Saket Suman