Memory lane

It’s hazy
It’s patchy
On the way
I sway

Slingshots on my arm
The song in my calm
Much alarmed
Blindfolded unharmed

Like a river on the turns
Hot charcoal on ice, it burns
The Melodious maladies
Of the old world parodies

Flashes glance
The ever chaotic parlance
Some memories old
Remain fold

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The original purpose of this blog was promoting city cycling and popularizing urban green belt corridors, which it did for it's first one and a half year, since the year of it's launch - 2014. Now-a-days, that is, since the last two years, I haven't been city commuting on my bike, thanks to my city earning the world's most air polluted region title. And thanks to the redesigning of City roads, those are forked under construction since last six months, loosing a green cover of a whooping 9,100+ trees and the rising construction dust hazards. And lastly thanks to El nino of 2015 and El nina of 2016. I don't know if I have missed any other reason. The theme of the blog, hence, changed, into a bit of my own ramblings covering topics, such as - my travel blogging, Social issues in India, Climate change & biodiversity conservation.

Categories creativity, life, PoemTags , , 7 Comments

7 thoughts on “Memory lane”

    1. Read your poem – querrentia. Could place comment on your blog, hence placing here – “Who is the living ghost? – The one guarding the gate-crashing, or the one guarding the gate?” 🙂


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