Back to 'B' Road

the quaint corridors
are abound, with
fleeting reminiscences
veiled within
a myriad carefree ways.

echoes of your laughter
still linger, on
the stony silence
stashed within
a many splendid days.

turn around I
long too, be
there with thou
lost in flail
a queer pretty face.

of tales once rendered
on breezy winter afternoons
are all that we had,
terse a few
were winding.

now the memories are quaint too
much is lost in
the world gone by,
not to be found.
As I trudge
my feet knowingly
back to ‘B’ road.

Voices

Voices in my head
Always telling me things
Facts that I don’t know
Reasons that I can’t see
Embed in the eerie corners
Always devoid of light
A clear conscience not ready

Conflicting realities leave a trail
Leave me cold in the dark
Leading to a different way
A different sense of being
Things I believe in
Gone for a toss
Making me look frail
More than I am

Craving calmly,
For something unknown
Looking outside
And inside the own
Never ending stairways
Lead me nowhere
Feel, I’ve moved
But I’ve regressed.