Wandering, Not Lost
The past sneers at me
Breaking open bottled up memories-
Of years of aimless wanderings,
Of days spent in unbridled passion,
The smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
Wine and women, bet and gambling,
And the thrill of having won and lost !
Like the prodigal son, walked away from home,
Leaving behind kith and kin
Rambled through the murky corridors of life,
In search of pleasure, riches and fame
Once when I walked with stilted gait
Surrounded by friends and fans,
Amid laughter and haste
Eager to please and to praise,
Never, I knew this wouldn’t last!
Inebriated and effervescent were we
Went to ball and ballets
Fancied money could buy all we yearned
And turn this Earth-a virtual Paradise
But how swift was the twist of fate!
With no condiments,
Life suddenly turned bland.
The gorgeous castles I once built,
Burnt down to cinders like dry leaves
Blown away by the wind
Friends, I thought never would desert,
Flitted away one by one!
Now I discern, I am alone
With none to hold my hand
Or share the burden
With just my mournful shadow
Tottering along to keep me company
Having descried the truth
I should no more battle with dark shadows
Or get lost in the labyrinthine paths
I must get out into the light
I shall retrace my steps, back I will go
Embrace the safety of my home
And leave my heartache and sobs behind
Oh, I am not lost as my eyes are now open!
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