An Elegy

I want to visit the suburbs
To weave a tapestry of time and faint memories
Trailing through the moat surrounded  ffort
And the green lanes.

Peering at  the once familiar Ganges
Rippling at its easy pace
The gardens landscaped with exotic flowers
The homely vines climbed the fourth floor
To mourn the lover's pensive face.

The changing pattern of life evoked an
                             Unspelt spire.
Assuming there's  no uncanny shift
                              To emotional disruption.

Life does not stand still and change
Leaves no marks.
Once I , hurried here to be with my mate
Eager to finish all that we had thought of...

Today I am an eager onlooker,
Watching strangers visit that place.

Time runs its race,revealing secrets
All the way...
New adjustments and equations are being
Forged everyday.

It drizzled ( like that day ) and the soil
Wet with nostalgic tears smells
The same.