Admission

Driving bumpily,
Along this infrequently trodden way,
Through the deep dark forest,
Where the past gets lost forever,
With each turn,
And the future lurks ahead,
Recklessly uncertain,
I breathe in the present
Deeply, letting it overtake
My sinews,
For once I don't deny,
That you still linger in my memory,
Detached from the unsettled past,
And an unsure future.
© 2009 Rituparna Das