Echoes- From The Past Poem by Shekhar Choudhury

Echoes...

The sound of our stupid, meaningless talk,
You let time fly, and hold on to the clock,
In your footsteps when you walk
Down the memory lane...
In you happiness, in your pain...
And in the sound of emptiness, in your head...
As an echo,
I reverberate..

The wild dance of flame, when I burnt like a moth
The sound of silence, when you put off all light
The sound of loneliness, in the dark of night
And in the sound of thunder in your head
As an echo...
I reverberate..

I crossed the lake of fire, with hope and desire
But I returned being mocked, full of despair...
In the emptiness of your backyard,
And in the sound of my tears in your head
As an echo I reverberate

In the sound of my footsteps, when I left your tavern,
In the shattering of glass, when I broke the goblet,
In the music of the flowing wine,
And in the sound of chaos in your head..
As an echo
I reverberate


In the monsoon, in sound of the rain,
In autumn, in the sound of those falling leaves,
In some full moon nights, in some broken promises,
And in the sound of deception in your head
As an echo
I reverberate

In every beat your heart shall make,
In every breath you shall take
In your smile, in your tears,
In your soul, in your reflection...
And in the unrest in your head,
As an echo
I reverberate


In the passion, when you pray for my death,
Every second when you think of me, filled with hate,
In the constant turmoil in your head,
As an echo,
I reverberate..