another poem. again written some years back....

gratitude..

You live here… in the walls.
And seasons pass to
Reflect on my forehead - crevices.
The age of sadness sprinkle down
Like the droplets… and
Disappear like the vapors…

You live here… in the walls.
I can count -
The songs that echo in symphony and solitude.
And the songs drown themselves
Under the wheels of the train…
Unabated… unbound…
The wheels chug along… without a fate…
In an unknown time… and
A path, which is frozen… of
An uncertain kingdom… beautifully foggy…

You still live here… in the walls forever.
I am sure -
Like an image that is young, fresh, timeless and stagnant
And which spreads jasmine…
And I can smell.

Years from now -
When you have grown old
And are walking your kin down the memory lane…
And if I could - if only once,
Provoke in you -
A thought which brings a smile on your lips -
I shall be grateful to you.