Recalling those toy trains,

And crystalled rains,

Those wonderful pathways that lead nowhere

Those shrilling voices from garage

Few kids froll-ying around without an umbrella...

I don’t know it is a recollection of that era

Or a Deja vu;

Episodically repacking in her laps,

Those cross checked ceilings and birds flying in

Open blue sky

I don’t know i am in cage

Or those birds stare through it;

Just one day i float like a fish

in a jelly like substance

smiling wickedly to feel

I am again in some body’s womb

I don’t know that’s me

Or i dreamt of a close soul’s birth;

Surely but,

We live to fold, unfold

To pack, repack,

To lose it all

To go back with a lesson

Lesson of generosity, nothingness and remembrance

I remembered him like never before,

He was generous

He gave me us

I am happy, happy to meet him.

Love