An incessant beat of old melody
Clings to my ears so firmly
As I step into a quiescent journey
To the realm of past secrecy
Hidden deep in the midst of history
Down in the street of the erstwhile city
A youth walking tall in vanity
In black jacket and leather boots, hiding innocency
And a careless mind neglecting purity
Like an eagle soaring the sky, young and free
Under a gray sky, pale and gloomy
I see him dwell in uncertainty
In an enclosed cube of fantasy
Drifting in strong waves of confused philosophy
Colored with deep sorrow and ecstasy
Deep in the bygone valley
Remains of wasted time lie sadly
Murdered in the empty void unintentionally
And buried beneath an obscure verdancy
Nothing but worthless cries to accompany
Beyond the four faded walls lies his mansion
Shattered love and tears, his deep emotion
Heavy riffs and melodies, his strong passion
Words and honesty, his failed aspiration
Loneliness and emptiness, his sad affliction
Suddenly the gray outcast sky darkens
And soon the rain arrives in silence
The voice fades and the scene blackens
Colors bleed into the wet barren
I quickly run for a sheltering haven
In the darkness of the past, lost astray
I open my eyes to find a flash of sun ray
Rouse to the brightness of the present day
To walk abreast with time outside delay
Leaving memories in the hall of yesterday
A poem about someone who sank deep into thoughts of his youth days; longing for the freedom he felt during the period and regretting some of the decisions he made in the past, lifestyle he developed, time he misspent and worthless relationships he entered into. His musing was then interrupted and as he woke up from his daydream, he quickly realized that it is the exchange of joy and hardships that makes life colorful and it is the responsibilities shouldered that make life fruitful. He also realized that life is meaningful when we live it to the fullest with what we are blessed with rather than mourning the past and thinking of what we don't have.
Photography by Pu3huk.