Across Time….


Memories – Sweet and Strong

of better days

waft in by the dozen

as I look once more

at my old school;

The places where I cried

The places where I laughed

And the places where I hid

when I was a kid…..

Silent witnesses of

a complete generation,

the trees, the sand,

and the volleyball court

talk to me in a language

I do not understand –

Perhaps they tell me

of a secret truth,

hidden amidst the chaos

of a city life,

waiting to be discovered,

when I am alone –

in a village plain….

( Dedicated to all my school friends – esp late Shri Jesudasan whose six foot frame could send a service ball 30 feet up in the air……. and remembering Shri Loganathan of Lateri who taught me Volleyball)

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. T L Ravi Prakash
    Jun 17, 2014 @ 07:59:47

    Nice to see you remember the sweet school days and your teachers. That can never be forgotten. Its ever green the memory.


  2. prakash
    Jun 18, 2014 @ 06:43:15

    Thank you Ravi. School days are school days. Ever green in memory.


  3. gc1963
    Jun 19, 2014 @ 04:33:28



  4. partha
    Jun 21, 2014 @ 05:30:51

    good to remember sweet days.


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