Those Rugged Roads

The poem revolves generally around my childhood, specifically my childhood home. I do remember those days sweetly and the poem carries a deep meaning at times..

(Some Nights, I stayed up cashing in those lost days

Other nights, I just call them a draw

Some  Nights, I wish could come back

Other nights, I refer to them as gone.)

Epochs of years have fleeted past

Since we played on that perched terrace

of that building which will last forever

in my memory, which I embrace

How I remember that huge tree

Which looked on, bending, whenever trespassed

Standing beside another building with utmost and indispensable glee

And resembled an old, dilapidated and unnoticed security guard

My isolated inscription serves as an unrubbed board

And Lord, how I remember those rugged roads

The first storey was often an eerie place

In which resided a boy, who was mostly seen

Skirting along with his friends on the isolated terrace

Leaving others saying "Where had you been?"

On the very last, inhabited by the Christ faithfuls, who

Were always ready to don a sweatshirt and storm

Upstairs to flourish and rightly groom

The Batting talent and for once, leave the place adorned

My isolated inscription serves as an unerased board

And Lord, how I remember those rugged roads

The shouts and cries still ring in my mind

When a dropped cherry upsetted the participants

Thoughts and scoldings mixed, intertwined 

Defying the sternly firm adherers

It all skidded to an abrupt halt when

The daylight bid adieu for the next day

As the cherry turned irrecognizable and the surroundings, uneven

While some carried on, others alayed

At times in the night, the terrace became a star gazing spot

We saw stars that's all they are

Our presences stood threatened by pestering, minute gnats

Not Knowing where they'd commute or how far?

My isolated inscription serves as an unerased board

And Lord, how I remember that rugged road

Some other nights, there is nothing up my sleeve

Apart from some scars from a life that used to amuse me

When the mighty sun took to its renowned helm

The school routine commenced in a flash

I, Pretending as if a hard-worker and delve

Into the shoes of maturity, or like childhood has taken a slash

That road and tree met me again on the way out

As the bus honked for us to board

And add a pivot to its sleepy clout

For once, away from 'heaven' it used to lure

The roads , rugged and thoroughly harnessed, lie there

And here, in the heart of someone who swept over it for decades

It'd still stay rooted there, tarnished, between run down and new engines

But here, deep inside the memory will never ever be grayed

(After frantic attempts I fall asleep

Waking up, I still see that substantial dust

Although, I'm still not sure what it stands for

Most nights, I don't know anymore)

Author's Note

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