I know,
Time waits for none,
Its like a 'galumphing' horse,
Speeding its way,
Through the meadows, plains and thorny woods,
Through the roughest and smoothest of paths,
We, been its riders,
Are always in a great haste,
To master this wild, black, dark beauty,
That we leave behind so many things,
Only to come across things and people brand new,
But its the happiest moment in one's life,
When while on our lightning ride,
Amidst and amongst our new fellow riders,
We spot some old friend at a distance,
Sweet old memories flashing their way,
Back into the narrow galleries,
Of a mind so ignorant and forgetful,
Its like our faded past,
Getting one with our passionate present,
Its like, we, been reminded of what we were,
And what we have now turned out to be,
It makes us retrospect and introspect,
For the humans that we were,
Or the beings that we are now.
Wherever I go,
My sight that sees the ever shifting horizon,
Gets bafflled and boggled
To behold strangers all around me,
Oh' what are those faces?
Twitched with twirling fake smiles,
Their gestures of assurance,
Masking their wicked thoughts of abhorrence.
I know,
Time will go on,
My horse shall still 'galumph',
Won't stop or wait for me,
But,
How can I still keep pace with it,
Being unable to master it anymore?
How can I guide its way to my destination,
When I see strange, unfamiliar land all around me?
Since past is all gone,
Faded and buried deep in memories,
Cannot be revived, cannot be stirr'd,
How can I still go on,
Not knowing what path to choose?
Or how can I even,
Trace my way back home?
I knew,
I was getting late,
All in flux and bewildered,
With my horse being stubborn to 'galumph' away,
Not willing to stop and wait for me,
Knowing not what to do, or where to go next,
My sight, still beholding the ever shifting horizon,
Saw something or someone coming my way.
And in your form, there came relief to me,
To see a figure so familiar,
Rising from the mist of my distantly sweet past,
'Twas happiness that came my way,
When while on my lightning ride of life,
Amongst my new fellow riders,
Amidst a land so unfamiliar and strange,
I finally spotted you,
My Fellow Old Rider, my dear old friend,
Coming towards me from a distance.
And there were finally,
Sweet old memories flashing their way,
Back into the narrow galleries of my murky mind,
That had become so ignorant and forgetful,
Of my distantly sweet past,
That had you and me, together,
Encompassed in life's absolute harmony.
I knew,
I was getting late and,
That time waits for no one,
But to me, then, it didn't matter much,
As I got you back with me,
Reviving the dead, lost past for me,
Riding side by side, right next to me,
Through the present ravages of time,
Finding our way to our destination,
Exploring the tensed territories,
Of our distantly approaching future.
This poem is dedicated to all humans who were and are still a part of my life,
who were there but are not anymore, and specially to those whom I have had lost but have gained again...
thank you for being there, you all make me what I am today.
The word 'galumphing' has been coined by Lewis Carroll,
used in his children's fiction book, 'Through the Looking Glass',
the word is a combination of the words 'Gallop' and 'triumphing'
'A triumphant galloping of a horse'
