O melody-opiating
old songs take me,
Like
time machine, to my sepia past
Where
dwell sweet memories of me;
As
for its frailty memory does not last.
Bring
me back in your every nostalgic note
Those
priceless moments of boundless gay
With
family and friends that I long forgot
With
the sail of time from the childhood’s bay.
Remind
my rotten mind, with the freshness
Of
your lyrics, of my guiltless puppy love,
The first love letter, her shy rashness
And
my smitten heart’s maiden throb.
Take
me to my days in the hostel of boys,
The time spent with friends for ebullient
chats
And when
nothing could rob youthful joys,
Not
even the closing-in dreadful exam dates.
Sedate
me, and then remind me in your every beat
Of
the carefree roves on the town road at nights,
Shirt
less and singing with friends to escape heat
When
the townies have slept turning off lights;
Of
the torn blue jeans, the boyish-cut hairs,
The
buckled boots, the fake gold ear pendant,
The
riverside-picnics and the love-struck pairs.
In
your pauses deliver my freedom abundant:
Like
the rubber-ball cricket played on rainy days,
The
half-naked football on the muddy field,
The
Tarzan-dives into the river on hot days
Or
the impish smiles on strips of Garfield.
Clear
up those hazy glimpses like dreams
Before
they become hazier as time sails.
And
with your everlasting, soothing screams
Leave
some marks on my life’s vanishing trails.
-Dahey
Sangno (29/7/2013)
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