Poezja

With a frisson of delight
Lost in evanescent reminiscences,
My tarnished mirror-like imaginations
Makes me feel a citizen of somewhere else .
 
Through reiteration of happy infancy,
Recalcitrant childhood attitude,
An inner incentive intermingled with
Recollections of subsequent life,
Illuminates the interior of my dusky mirror.
 
All on a sudden I woke up from
Total oblivious existence of mine.
In a fix what to do……
Is it a dream or hallucination
Or the ghost of my drowsy inspiration ?
 
Trying to eternalize it
From the cluster of obliteration,
I’m giving it a re-birth
In a sheet of foolscap with the blood of pen.

Whatever it may be…
My first impulse to recapture past,
Like an impulse of motherly affection
Haunts me every now and then.