It’s really late, and I should probably be in bed, ready for my social exam tomorrow, but I just had to write about something. I just remembered something when I was looking out of the window. I stayed in Goa for two years when I was very young, barely 6, and don’t really remember much. But I have flashes sometimes, especially when I hear some songs, which I had first heard in Goa. I just had one like that, and wrote a poem, subconsciously. I didn’t even see what I was writing. Been a long while since I wrote a poem. Anyways I’m posting it here.

I’m sitting by the window,

Looking out at the grey skies and busy street

My mind wanders

And I feel something stir

In my farthest memories

I close my eyes

I’m in another time and place

I see clear blue skies,

Going on as far as I can see

I see green fields and meadows

When I walk a distance,

I see a beach

The waves gently caressing the smooth white sand

Palm trees swaying in the breeze

My heart’s the only thing that’s beating

It was a place I had once lived in years ago

And had to leave when I too young to understand,

That I was in heaven

Something pushed back to the edge of my memories

By the meaningless hustle of busy life

When I open my eyes,

I’m back in hell

Why do all good things come to an end?