Adventures of M. Fabulista...

The Years - Vincent Immanuel Pang And then there was a knock on the door Down a long forgotten corridor The heart aches The mind rakes Memories long forgotten ingratiates Should I return the distant call Upon the shores of perhaps Bangalore The mind churns The heart yearns With lessons it never seems to learn It had said on occasions “never more!” That was promised the times before Then the heart speaks The door creaks And the hands returned the call with speed Comes again the ship to navigate As it opens - the floodgates One proposes The other disposes Away again the endless cycle supposes ©2006