Dreamt as a journey...

Breeze, that flows by me
As I pass by destinations
the points in time that passed
become the scent in the breeze
As I go through the motions

The fragrance brings forth
those incidents, those people
they generally prefer to stay
in the comfortable memory rooms
they come out together, they topple

I close my eyes, yet I see those guys,
I hear those talks, I recreate those walks,
The walks were dreamt as a journey...
That did comprise, routine surprise
Beach and the rocks, sand in the clocks
didn't stop running, irony...


Drops, of rains, start falling
they drench me with happiness
the music they start producing
echoes the rhythms from the past
each, vibration, pleasantly shakes

The lightning, parts the sky
as struck, those parting moments
some left, most yet remain
only farther, but not by the heart,
to fill, if any, holes and dents

I close my eyes, yet I see those guys,
I hear those talks, I recreate those walks,
The walks were dreamt as a journey...
That did comprise, routine surprise
Beach and the rocks, sand in the clocks
didn't stop running, irony...


Breeze, that flew by me,
scent, slowly fades
Droplets, cease to fall
music, hits final notes
As I go through emotions...


(Next station, Borivali.. Agla station, Borivali.. Pudhil station, Borivali..)

And the life goes on. We easily move on. But the memories, they linger on, and on...!!!