Quondam Poem by Ankit Rathore

In some abandoned city
My young days are buried.

The load of memories
On shoulders is like a coffin
Slowly and slowly, reaching a graveyard.

when I abandoned my city
The house was dilapidated from outside
but, today it has decayed from within.
The bricks feel the load of their own company
And plaster falls like my debility.
The roof weeps when clouds pelt
with violent winds, windows and doors squall.
Light scatters like my fading sight
And silence echoes pain
like my feeble voice

In one corner I see my old table
where under a table lamp
I worked to find Light in my every word.
Dust and the Time
Have covered my mind
As the pages have turned
from white to yellow.
The oldness reminds me of Young days
where I see my confidant and quondam lover
Lost in Time
As Memories keep falling like withered leaves