I wait for beloved on tomb of my own memories!
Wandering through streets,
peeping through eyes,
faces known or unknown,
behind great walls of their heart,
cities of amazing design found!
Jumping into to these cities, found
flowers in parks of par excellence,
extravagant palace of hopes,
temples of faith, library of memories,
tavern of beliefs, schools of thoughts!
so many people wandering and smiling,
friends and relatives; teachers and cheats
pet and novelties of passion, impulses
vehicles of happiness, habits and mannerism,
But a place found common in every city!
That the place where memories rest in peace,
may be of pain, may be of failure,
may be of faults, or may be of lost-
people, opportunities slipped,
or loss of loved ones!
Undisclosed loves, rejected or got dejected,
marks of tears, seeds of dreams not sprouted,
sprouted dreams died before growth,
desires beyond social limits,
crushed under wheels of duties R.I.P.!
But not all of them R.I.P., haunting ghosts,
phantoms, some are blood sucking vampires;
diabolic and monstrous or Frankenstein,
outcome of minds own experiments!
Driven by faith, wandering here and there,
to find an graveyard less Eden like mind,
shaken by uncountable search meeting failure,
large space in my own mind became graveyard;
I wait for beloved on tomb of my own memories!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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