Down the Memory Lane

 Gaurang ,

 

Here is your “ Farmaish “ :

 

 

 

We made some promises :

Now these are hazy

As the morning mist.

 

So do not look back

Nor try to understand me.

 

Do not search

Beyond the misty veil

My restless self,

( the fierce sun will drive away,

  The peaceful , soothing mist )

 

Just close your eyes
And hold on to my shadow –

A shadow has no memory.

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01  May  1972

https://poemseng.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-shadow-has-no-memory.html  ( to listen in my own voice )

 

 

 

Oh  !

Lest the soul succumb ,
Be weary led,
To treacherous path
of Mephistophilian  Mind :

These mighty dwarfing walls,
of all engulfing vortex ;

The sliding , winding , ever-narrowing vision
To the centre 
of this wall of extinction ;

Lest that be the fate
Of this,
Someday soaring Soul of high heavens ;

To be steeped low
With this gutter's stench,

To be drenched
In murky , filthy waters

Of rotten thoughts , 
Of infernal Schemes ,
Of vulturous appetite , 
Of devilish mirth :

Oh !

Be this not,
This self's
Beginning of the End 

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Shivaji  Park  /  18  April ,  1960

 

 

https://poemseng.blogspot.com/2016/05/lest-soul-succumb.html

 

With regards,

Batuk Kaka