Old Friends and Dehradun

By Shweta Chaudhary

The days are gone.

All paths, lane forlorn.

That sweet ache to accompany

torments no more.

But see O dear,

that mad laugh has brimmed

again from those remembered lips.

Lost to them I my heart again,

rush I feel in my veins.

If for once I could travel again,

down the memory lane.

On some mountain top

at dusk,

when glittering again the ‘valley’ lures,

wait I once again,

with my arms apart,

knees resting on the floor,

a warm embrace once for sure.

A song, a strange poem it is,

forming a whirlwind of memories,

carrying me to those lovely kins,

those happy skies,

those loving winds.

By Shweta Chaudhary