Time stood still
We giggled and giggled
Like a pair of good old kids
But in their fifties
Time Stood still
As we stared at those benches
In the front of the canteen
Where we often sat and sang
Time has stood still
In that college campus
When pleaded the guard
To let us in
We went back in Time
Through those gates
Perhaps to seek our younger
Gullible, ugly and clueless selves
We patted on their backs
For making it through
For finding each other
To make up lost time
But who knew
All sand was about to slip
In that damn hourglass
For one of us
What a chance it was
That we took
Instead of standing each other up
We finally showed up
And we made the Time
Re-wind and replay it all
We relived our nostalgia
And made fresh memories
Re-unions are the sweetest
They take us back in Time
To meet ourselves and find love
Even if it is for one last time!
Month: Mar 2025
The Bell
For Whom will the bell toll?
In fond remembrance
Of ones we lost?
Or for us who lived?
The bells can no longer
Keep the count perhaps
The bell no longer tolls
Where are the Hemingways and Orwells?
The ones who toiled
In armies and in kitchen
To write about how it felt
To hear those bells
For whom will the bell toll now?
And how long?
Wars are unending
Ceasefires rarely cease fire
The bells can no longer
Keep the count
Of who is on which side
Who is the winner or loser?
And whom should it toll for?
The ones who lost yet won
Or ones who won yet lost
The bell no longer tolls
There are mourners
But no graves
There are lovers
But no love
For whom will the bell toll?
For you and me
Or for the one who went away
And who can no longer hear
Time has set itself free
It doesn’t count anymore
How can it possibly measure?
What we no longer value
6/3/25
Bangalore
Mad Decadence 