Black and White (Poem)

I walked down those memory lanes long forbidden by time,

All alone, all in the night, in the darkness.

But I didn’t loose my way,

I never could have,

With the ghosts of memories as my companions.

They took my feet to that spot,

Below the barks of that ancient tree,

Where I first met her,

Where dreams were first made,

Where my life took a turn.

They played for me the vision of the past -

She walking towards me in that peacock green salwar,

Books in her hand, her long braided hair,

That smile on her lips and yet,

Cautious of herself and forgetful about the world around her.

They lead me to that portico in front of the library,

Where we had spent hours,

Looking into each others eyes,

Talk in the language of silence,

Sharing “sweet nothings”.

Life looked much greener then,

Though through my pink glasses.

There was love in the air,

Hopes, high up in the sky,

And every heart beat felt like a thud!

I’ve heard that ghosts see no colours,

For I saw all that in black and white.

Or maybe, it was the moon light.


I can still hear the fading tunes of a love song,
Never heard before and that'll never be heard.
But the music is so fine, rhythmic and insane,
That a heart that has learned to love and pine,
Can only listen to it. 

The peacock green has faded,

My heart beats have mellowed,

I see no lips smiling at me.

The sound of silence has become very loud,

Those “sweet nothings” have become nothing.