MURMURING MEMORIES

Memories stick like fresh jackfruit gum

To my soft skin till the oil of dispassion

Soaks in, to help rob off desires glum

Squatting at roots of hairs’ passion ;

When the beauty of the morning entices

Me away into familiar nests of illusion,

Where birds of love roost during storm

Making me forget all renewed affection

Of many old  names :

The road in front of your old hostel  

Where I wander like a persistent shadow

Refusing to move across Time ;

Rather being driven along like an eternal dry leaf in wind

In search of its raw colours in shades of bright green.

You smile from the cheeks of million leaves

In the crazed look of pretty flowers ,

Writing the song of salvation in the wind

As the murmur of memories merges into a silence

Of a lonely kind, into deep roots of a brooding mind .

@copy right : Saroj k. Padhi, 29/03/15