That lane in front of my home,

Glistens in the mellow afternoon sun.

The trees along the lane wait,

With bated breath

For spring to come

The same lane sparkles as the rain god smiles. 

My journey finds utterance down the lane

Days which have passed

 Memories of mornings , slanting afternoons

And languid,  gossamer evenings

Blown away in a puff, denuded.

The hours were filled with hustle bustle 

Busy feet, happy feet 

Treading mindfully , joyfully, anxiously.

As the clock jumped time

Hearts thumped , lovers met,

Students chirped

Others rushed

My mind  a delusional whir of seconds captured

As i ran towards my destined destination

Not pausing to reflect on the magic of moments:

Moments lost in momentary lapse

Of my transient mind,

Down the memory lane

Echoes reach me now

The tiny voices

Filled with hope, sudden fear or 

The unadulterated joy

Of returning home, 

Down memory lane

Each lane homeward bound 

Replete with tall tales

Nostalgia, impermanence

Laughter, sorrow and senescence

Off we go 

Down memory lane

The buzzing birds n bees

Flailed and fluttered

In trepidation

Whispering

“Stay a moment,

Live a moment

Soak in the day!”

Days were a vision

Wrapped in the warmth

Of voices light and airy

My soul brimful but nee’r weary

Eyes embracing 

The vivacity of youth

Inhabiting my memory lane.

January 2022