(From my poetry
collection 'The Nameless Avenue')
The
nameless Avenue
The
brand new spokes of
your
bicycle start singing,
as
you pedal along
with
silence, entering
the
avenue of no name.
Names
loss meaning
when
they wheel around
the
memory lane as
charm
alone lifts up
the
entire faculty of teaching and learning
A
short while ago,
nostalgia
pulled its
brake
legs hard
almost
to a standstill;
reflecting
on how you
learnt
your cycling;
how
you taught her
who
drives an airplane now
exchanging
learning and teaching
from
the nameless avenue of love
on early mornings
and late evenings
Are
you attentive now
to
a brief shower,
fanning
cool thrills as
a
mellow wind found
basking
in the
golden
light of sun
combined
strangely?
No,
you’re absent totally
to
everything around you.
as
memories glorify
even
any gloom or bloom
still
life remains a celebration
of
any stamping it has,
start
pedaling your way
on
the nameless avenue.
Vaiyavan
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