I am visiting my home town, Guwahati, in India for Durga Puja. The nine day celebration (Navaratri) of worshipping Goddess Durga ends on the tenth day with the immersion of her idol on Vijaya Dashami (October 19th this year. Last I was in Guwahati for Durga Puja was in 1984.
On my way to Guwahati, I stayed in Kolkata for two days meeting my college class mates whom I had not seen for more than four decades. The poem below is an expression of how I felt meeting my friends, with whom I had spent five years of my life, after such a long time.
We Travelled Time
For a moment time stood still,
And then we rolled it back.
As decades collapsed to years,
And years squeezed to
Months and days,
For a few hours there
We found our fountain of youth.
Years fell of like
Leaves falling off a tree in fall.
Behold the miracle!
As Yayati sheding his old age
In the dying rays of an autumn sun
We took a dip in the fountain
And emerged as teens.
Bewildered eyes of our sweethearts
Questioning what madness engulfed us,
We travelled time.
Drank from our cup of memories.
We parted, not with a heavy heart
But promises to meet again.
©Pranab Sarma, 2018
Yayati – mythological king who was cursed with old age at the prime of his youth. He regained his youth as his son Puru agreed to take his father’s curse and gave his youth to his father.
This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
Also in recognition of Ronovan’s warning ( or disclaimer ) ” , this post is neither about religion or any political issue
His blind faith on us
Little did he know our choice
Nine rewarding years
We picked up Skooby about nine years back from Humane Society. He definitely was our choice as we saw his photo while researching for a dog. When we went to see him first, he did not show any interest towards us at all and the lady volunteer who was looking after Skooby told us that he may not be a good fit and we should look for some more. As we came out of the room and went to another rook to look at some other dogs, we realized that our daughter ( eleven at that time) was not with us. We went back to the other room and saw that she was sitting on the ground in front of Skooby’s crate and cuddling his feet and snout that he had out through the bars of the crate door. Well, as people say, the rest is history and our bundle of joy is still with us all these years. As the kids grew up and moved out to college, he is our happy companion keeping us away from empty nester syndrome.
I carry the burdens of the past
All these years a deep sorrow
Clouded my heart
As the years rolled by
Every year one step nearer to the grave
I can neither take sorrows with me
Nor can I leave behind to share
What good are these sorrows then
These burdens of the past
Will no longer weigh me down
No longer I will be crying alone
Words will not bleed anymore
A heart lightened, weight lifted
Look forward happily to the day
When the call will come
To travel to the land unknown