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Last night rolling over in my bed
with drooping eyes and racing mind
I boarded a train of random thoughts.
Only to find millions of flashes
that I couldn't get hold of.

Memories, conversations, moments,
my mind was flooded,
I couldn't remember a thing.

So I walked up to my window
and took a sip from my water bottle
that felt frozen for a second,
yet dissipated warmth of comfort.

Then my mind ruffled a bit
and the flashes began again
like glimpses of trees running
outside the window of that train
of young years, wasted or spent.

Ah! This time I caught one bubble
it burst right into my face
and popped up a random memory
of another night when I was awake.
Restless, writing a letter to myself
and the blue screen had lit up
with a text from a little friend.

Oh! Now I remember that friend
of all this time out of the blue
we used to talk of poetry
had shared our stories together.

We haven't talked in years
have forgotten life happened
I don't know what became of her.

She was a storyteller she said
I guess she became one too.
The last time I knew
she had floated to some place
nobody has heard of her since then.

I scroll through the backups
a few old conversations remain
they remind me of those days.

Strange how we drifted away
and never got to notice
how easily we had moved ahead.
Our caricatures had faded into distance
the sillage of those days had emanated
and dissolved into thin air.

With puffs of white clouds
I come back to reality
gulping water down the throat
trying to sleep again.

'Tonight was strange', I think
and try to close my drooping eyes
pushing away the endless flashes
of running trees of my memories.
The train doesn't stop
I roll over to the side again.

My fingers run over a bookmark
with an old bridge in some city
with a faded yellow lamp in the dark.

Ah! Now I remember her
my neighbour from childhood
she loved the rhythms of nights
I guess she became one too.

'No! My racing mind needs to stop
tomorrow I will board the train
perhaps I will remember her then', I think.

************

I woke up today with a dizzy head
remembered last night,
and sipped my coffee
then forgot all of it.

'Last night was strange
I don't remember a thing
perhaps tonight I will sleep well'.

The train has come to a halt
the letter, the bookmark, the city,
the old bridge, the yellow light
will wait for tonight
for me to roll over in my bed
and board that train
with running trees of memories
outside my window
and remind me of someone else again..

May 9, 2020
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