the tamarind tree

  


the tamarind tree 
still standing tall 
may be with a new batch of visitors 
or none 
but it once knew many.. 
children coming over 
for playing games of rubble,
for collecting 'tamarind' falling by,
for friendly tattling, 
eyebrow raising topics covering
witches and ghosts...
...years later 
the cool breeze said it all
as if dancing with joy,
seeing me after a long gap..
while i was searching 'me'
in my memory lane,
in each nook and corner of the tree
inhaling the sweet aroma of its leaves,
feeling the sounds of its trunk..
within me, with gratitude 
for it gave me..
those unadulterated friendship,
those innocuous fights,
those pristine forms of love,
those heartfelt grins, moments of poise
my genesis of dreams...
my ' close-to-heart' moments,
bereft of fear,worries,anxieties of life
if i were able to take a U turn!  
if i were able to come back to it's fold,
under it's shades, running away from 
this complex world,
for the reunion again !