# Throwback

There was no way to go,

either go back

or move ahead.

The statues kept flying

in the cool blue sky ,

descending down

to appear before me intermittently

at the crossroads,

lanes, by lanes, traffic junctions !

The iceberg in heart

had started melting ,

the trumpet of being helpless

had already blown, with wrinkles.

There were no expectations

to get anything.

Do you know?

If you had told at least once then,

I could have caged

my wavering mind and heart ,

I could have added

little more fuel to a depleting lamp !

They say…

‘ I talk a lot in sleep.

But i just love to walk around,

on the streets i visited once,

with a lantern in my hand,

from lashing rains to flowing tears

from blushes to knoll of hatred,

from storms to lighthouses

from vices to self-proclaimed virtues , way to Nirvana

from crowd to solitude

from useless loquacity and lies

to best kept secrets and truths !

I just search , dissect

the years gone by

I just build

rebuild, break

the earthen dolls of past !

I just count

recount

the life’s earnings !

Kamakhya