windchime

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind

someday,
the sun shines just so
that i again see your smiling face - in the cobweb
someday,
the moon turns so pale
that it almost becomes dark as the darkest night
that i again see the night, 
the night of your going away - in the cobweb

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind

some memories come silently, in stealth
like the wind is still, not moving
nothing moves, no sound anywhere
the wind-chime does not sing, does not cry
i remain a statue - i donot sing, i donot cry
and the memories again pass by.
--
these memories, they come in stealth, silently
and in my stillness i wonder
who is in hiding here
do i hide from my memories
do my memories hide from me
or is it that, we both always run away from each other.
next time the wind chime rings,
it sounds almost like a sneer, a leer

and then
some memories come with a hundred piper
all around, there is so much laughter
the sun dances, the moon keeps dancing
the wind-chime sings a hundred dream
and i? 
i donot know
whether i am dancing in the whirlpool
or i am the whirlpool itself.
but these memories, they too again pass by.
--
sometime these memories wait for me
sometime, i wait for them in my threshold.
and in waiting, the wind-chime stands alert, 
it does not ring, it hangs still...

time flies away
leaving behind memories
memories, that remains caught in the cobwebs of the mind
memories that take wing
as the wind chime again plays with wind