Standing before my bookshelves
I gaze at the books fondly.
I remember you, I tell one,
Do you, the nights we spent together?
You made me laugh, cry, you made me angry
And yet you gave me peace too, and great joy!
Yes, yes, I nod at another, you too, of course.
They all look back at me, smiling gently,
These souls who have been with me for so long.
I look at them and at those I haven’t read
Perhaps – no, quite likely - never will.
The night is quiet; silence broken only by the old ceiling fan.
Browsing through my CDs, I look at the pictures
The places I have been to, the faces I have seen.
I smile at the old files, remnants of countless attempts
At setting the world right; how wanton I have been with words!
How I had dreamt! How valorous I have been and oh, how naïve!
Here in these pages lie my words, my dreams, myself
Glittering , scattering like confetti in an evening sun.
There are so many places I haven’t seen
So many books I haven’t read
So many songs I haven’t heard
So many things I haven’t done–
Oh! There is so much, so much of love I haven’t had!
**************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 11.02.2011
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