Invisible strings


Yearning for the past, an ache in my heart
Waves wash over me, powerful feelings of loss
Assailed by images, of familiar foot paths
Missing the crisp winter air
Wetness of dew on the grass


Soothing comforts of a summer day
Under a green guava tree, a straw mat lay
The age of innocence, the time of my life
Simple pleasures, enhanced
by absence of guilt’s sway.

And ever lasting dreams, bolstered
by the innocence of love- plays.


Firm convictions
future nestling in these two palms

Just a tiny matter of growing up,
flower power reigning supreme

Old posters amidst a classroom’s clutter
Madonna, Abba and Jim Reeves
country songs setting young hopes aflutter.


Shedding inhibitory anklet chains
of parental concern

Spreading wings slowly
then learning to soar

Like the first step- off
on the bicycle pedals

A little courage, a little brawn
some foolish, head strong plans drawn

To see the big town life,
to escape from love’s uncertain fetters.


Packing all the memories
selecting childhood souvenirs

The sweet writing in an autograph book,
the first chocolate cover

The last promises made
as the heavens opened up.

Blessing young loves
with monsoon’s downpour of tears.

All dropped on the way
as time shifted gears.


Thought I was being brave,
but not knowing twenty years hence

I would still stand on the old steps,
looking over the hedge fence

And wait for a familiar bicycle bell chime
and an eager voice to call my name
But all in my dreams,
like a past birth’s glimmer.

©Reena Prasad

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3 thoughts on “Invisible strings

  1. Wonderful poem…
    “Thought I was being brave, but not knowing twenty years hence
    I would still stand on the old steps, looking over the hedge fence … ”

    Loved the way you summed it all up.

    Like

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