Reunion Blues Meeting friends after the halfway years: Some forced laughter among the real ones, Smart wardrobes and sucked in bellies, Us fighting again to make anew The second of first impressions; The daughters and sons look similar To the old friends we knew long ago; Invariably we will compare: He has gained weight, she must work out, They were always rolling in money. The whisky can work miracles: The talk veers to politics and jobs. Now and then someone remembers Past exploits, old loves, and friendships And we pause to recall how things were; The names and numbers are exchanged; Only sometimes the gray mist rises: I can see a girl in pony-tails Like when I had given her my heart; A chance phrase brings back a friend to me. In the mirror I see a familiar boy Shabby and unaware of the ways Of the complicated world of men: I am not worried for who he is now. I’m distressed by what he will become. One day this boy will walk into a room Teeming with friends and loves, full of doubts; I wish I could tell him what I know: Familiar alleys will lead him home He, who is now a stranger to himself; Diptesh Ghosh
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 17:32:58 +0000
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