#theme : Whisper Of Memories
#Title: Handful Of Mist
When heart’s undulating
Betwixt the present and past
When mind’s lost,
Clouds of memories overcast
Often they murmur,
Perhaps some shadowy names,
Perhaps those summerday boardgames.
Lost in rush of life,
Forgotten in times of strife
Yet I trail to those bylanes
To live those moments once again
The echoing laughter of that girl,
Babbling with her grandam,
Chasing the ice-cream truck,
Stealing pickles,
Posing funny riddles
I see them, so real they’re
Vivacious, vibrant
Yet never I could touch
A handful of mist they appear
Maybe lost in light years
Maybe lost in those meadows
Maybe lost in that stream
Maybe lost underneath those skyscrapers.
Remembrances come, murmur
Bring in some blissful moments
From distant afar.
©Kaberi Mukherjee
