POETRY ON MEDIUM

Down Memory Lane

DAILY IN DEEP …

Rainy days are here again, every day calling me to join. I’m tied with an invisible chain. So, I can’t. But believe me, I meet her daily in deep Down the memory lane!

When the lane isn’t crowded, as it was late evening in a city of joy and euphoria all over, and I return home dog tired. Or it could be early morning, when almost all others are either sleeping or busy with their love in bedrooms and I only went out with anxiety.

The anxiety of another failure that I might have to defend, else I would have to pay for it.