This is a lane where I have walked

Many a saddening time

And I hear today the long lost hours

Nostalgically chime

And create ripples in my blood as if

The history is revived

Of a tear-filled past which so long had

Unsuccessfully strived

To reveal itself with all its nuances

Which merge now with the present’s stream

Where my tears, in the confluence of the wonders

Of the past and the present, gleam.

And as I walk along this lane, I feel

My memories find their clues

To reopen all that’s lost and forgotten

And thrust into the blues.

Here then emotions from my deep within

Surface on the heights

Where the spirit’s passions on a finer land

Find the Godly lights.

And that’s the place where the soul of mine

Finds romanticism and peace

While traveling alone in the silence of

Quiet lanes as these.