Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Escape

The mind escapes to that time
Where longing was defined by letters
Lovers became poets
and the loved ones, the poem.

The mind escapes to that time
Where pen was mightier than the sword
Handwriting was the identity
and signatures, the final word.

The mind escapes to that time
Where lanterns were the fireflies
Water the Ganges
and the breeze, the fan.

The mind escapes to that time
Where palanquins adorned the streets
Horses caused roars
and steam engines, the smoke.

The mind escapes to that time
Where scriptures were learnt
Books were read
and ink, the source.

Change being constant
Marooned by science
The mind escapes to that time
Where I wish I was ever born.

1 comment:

Ankita said...

Beautifully expressed!! Mind does escape to such times....n we can only wish to be have witnessed all those things...coz we can only live them through books n cinema!