Author Archives: Kabs

The Lone Me

The lone bench awaits thou alike me

As fall awaits blossoming of spring.

Moments spent together, splashes of bygone

Dreams lived together, are perhaps forgone.

I gather the dry leaves and flowers,

Souvenir of love I find scattered there.

As the melancholic words are hummed by the chair

My desolate heart finds solace in despair.

Spring arrives, the woods are abloom

Showers nature with its perfume.

Yet thou lost the way that ushered to me

I eternalize the moments spent with thee.


The evening I walk past the street,

The soft breeze came with a smell so sweet,

And I went back to my childhood days, as I remember

The pink bunch of flower grasping a twig of the creeper

Hanging from the boundary wall of our paternal home

That my gracious sweet old granny had sown.

The warmth of her hug, the smell of her white Sari

I do remember the little girl longing for a story.

The nights passed with dreams of fairies,

And the days rolled without any worries.

The warmth of mom’s calling by the nickname,

I wish the days would have been the same.

A bowl of puffed rice and some oily snacks

The smell of mustard sauce and the lengthy yaks

The scuffles with sister over petty things,

And the sounds of laughter filled the evenings.

Boundless love of Dad was the greatest riches, Gone were the days of perfect bliss.