Memories

By Manoj Mathur

Memories like speedy haze pass through very dim on the screen of my mind

Thoughts with speed formed often abort with no follow-up action of any kind

The reluctant wakeup in the early morning descends into lazy noon

Then back in the bed in the night like a motionless stone

Neither any thoughts framed nor any actions performed by the body's flesh and bone

Pleasures in life come like summer thunder rains

Fast whisked away by hot summer winds

Leave behind dusty clouds of gloom in the eyes without twinkling the lids

Genuine happiness always burns out of the womb of the satisfaction and perfection

Temporary, transient, insecure, and uncertain are all products of worldly reactions and the connections

The little unseen bird perhaps from the deep inside whispers " No need to go to Himalaya, church, temple or the mosque

There is no more sacred place than your own home

Where day and night, through all the four seasons you stay

May it not be a princely palace or grand villa

May it be an apology or even a straw hut

By Manoj Mathur