An Intricate Introspection

Today I was rummaging through my old diaries and there I came across one where I had written this poem some 7 years back. Thought about sharing it here..

At the brink of morning
cycling across the never ending meadows,
my mind races everyday
to help me find my way
to my school somewhere in the west.

quite new to me the countryside,
been here for only a while
that my mind has not yet set
to the cool breeze and the green leaves.




With my world surrounded
with flora and fauna,
my sleep laden eyes suddenly encountered
a ruin on the dancing savannah.

It gave an impression of having been royal,
but still has been cruelly mauled
and kept stranded alone
to be rediscovered centuries later..

To some beyond apprehension
It loomed overhead like a mystery
and suddenly all my gusto seemed to vanish;
something cold crept into my heart.

Unpleasant memories the ruin seemed to convey
of kings, queens and knights,
of efflorescence and the spring bloom
and of the wars that led to its doom.

Of the sweet aspirations,
which had perished with passage of eons.
The whole air seemed to linger
with mystic feelings of people bygone.

I rushed out of it,
unable to quell the undefined fear
when the cool breeze seemed to quieten me
and I continued towards my destination
leaving behind just a mystic memory.

-Sanghamitra ganguly
(2004)