Twenty odd years
Small palms are puffy, pink
they clap together
as if involuntarily.
Laughter peels the hard world,
the city, the traffic…
it knows no reason
and weakens his knees.
I am bemused to see
something almost forgotten.
“May I know your name?”
He looks at me; turns to
the entrance of his home.
“Mom said I should not talk
to strangers like you.”
“I am no stranger?”
“Who are you then?”
“I was you twenty seven
years ago.”
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 41
Thank you for posting to our group.
Sorry for the generic post, but my box is a bit overloaded so I am trying to catch up.
You could turn it into a story or a longer poem a la The Time Traveler's Wife.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Wishing you an early Happy Birthday in case I'm not here or I forget. I hope your day is very special.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Poddar Kushal !! Going back to when you were a child
was quite a special thing. I've oft times done this to !!
Hugs, Barbie