Sunday, January 17, 2010

Step changes

There are steps and then
there are step changes
Steps, as I walked all across my childhood
and changes that suddenly dawned around me
like the growth rings of a tree.
Those memories, arthritic now
have slowed down, and once in a while
surface as vague flashes of intensity.
Every time I see them
in a dream or as a deja vu, I tell myself
not to lose them this time.
A longing for those innocent
one dimensional and amoebic days
pulls me into a world of sand and mud
Where half-eating and half-playing
we knew for sure, that there would be a call
when the dinner is ready, shriller than
what I get now from the micro-wave
as it clamors for my attention.

3 comments:

BP said...


Where half-eating and half-playing
we knew for sure, that there would be a call
when the dinner is ready,


Those were a lot simpler times!

Musings of a wanderer said...

@Praveen
Yes, a lot simpler times they were. I read some where that art exists because of the complex and opaque nature of the world around and for that matter science too. If everything was understandable life would be trite and boring!

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