I sift through the dust
and wander through the cobweb places of my childhood.
There are echoes of giggles and guffaws
In the sound and the silence,
all faraway
I’ve wandered too far
Will I be able to find me again?
I hold today
A crystal ball in my palms
Gazing.
The ball will clear soon
I know.
The yest-year melodies wafting by
Tell me so. “Put away that crystal ball,” you urge.
“Grip the present; stop wandering off!”
You want me to travel, to coast ahead on the road.
You think today and tomorrow are all that needs to be.
But I’ve wandered too far
Too far, you see.
I need to find me, to find me. .
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~ (c) Vinitha
(April 14, 2019)
