Poem By uday balakrishnan
It takes a hold on you
A shackle that will leave only with life itself
The heartfelt longings of remembered evenings
Dawn in strange places
Unmade beds and abandoned dresses
Looking out of new windows
Unchanging in every town
Endless tiled roofs And not a human in sight
Look down on snow-laden footpaths
And the car below our carriage
For a journey that never ends...
A camera in a corner forlorn,
Recording through an Alzheimers eye
Overpowering sadness of happiness lost...
Forget, forget and forget again
Roll out forever
Past cold deserted streets
See a diminutive figure recede in the mirror
Out of the town and on the road again.