Lets start with old memories!!!

I used to write a lot of poems from childhood. Wrote some till my IIT days as well. Before I get to writing some serious blog stuff I would just post an old personal favorite. In this poem I have just written about the fading hope, the fading glimpse of love, fading glimpse of friends, of nature...and how I try to catch the fading glimpses in my life...catch the Sun's last rays!!! 
So many times it so happens that just a glimpse of  a person, or a nature's element makes us feel so secure and comfortable...
Here it goes...(I took the pic from a tank in Patiala, one of my favorite locations)

Fading Glimpses...

Chirping of birds and sound of water descend,

Lost alone, far away in forests deep;

Ringing church bells and fading light,

Desperate for human's glimpse, I began to weep…

As I looked up, saw my amigo, diminished all pain,

As if the vicinity fearsome was majestic again.

Tide of full moon in the forlorn ocean,

Ship's deck beneath, wind through my hair;

Roguish waters and an unfamiliar loneliness,

Owing to the devilish clouds, moon no where…

Dying for the glimpse, it was moon night did lack,

But it came out and to cordiality, loneliness was back!

Amidst green prairies yet unardent nature,

The same blue sky, but capturing me in interrogation;

My amigos, birds, seem to be receding away-

And the laughing sun, leading me to suffocation.

Begging I stood for the glimpse of my love…

I closed my eyes, saw her, nature was like heavens above!

Nature so flawless, but errant are humans,

Same sound of temple bells, ambience the same-

The unchanged worshippers, but still unknown,

As if about to call me, but forgot my name.

Creator, the only one, but angry eyes, missing glimpse of belief…

Introspected, resurrected my heart, God mine, and relief!

Eclipsed night surrounding me and the devoid country roads,

In obscure silences, forbidden ears dying for a sound;

Shying stars, gaping clouds, fear of someone behind,

Searched for peace but only fear I found.

Suddenly a fading voice called from the side of stream…

And faded the fears, as if woke up from a haunted dream!

Adaptation seemed to be inevitable to survive,

But sometimes caught in dynamism I failed to adapt.

But keeping the veins wet were the glimpses

Somehow I smiled even after changes abrupt.

I'll run for horizon to catch sun's last ray…

And will survive until all glimpses fade away!

                                                                          ………..saurabh