Surge Of Memories Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Like a storm surge on the quiet beach,
Like a glacial avalanche
Engulfing a sleepy hilly hamlet,
Like an eruption from a dead volcano
To the witness of a close visitor,
Like an earthquake of enormous intensity
During the most busy hour of the day
At times,
A gush of your memories and thoughts
Flood me
Making me stupefied:
I'm caught in a status
Of belief and disbelief,
In a moment of present and pleasant past,
In between pride and despair.

I come to senses
To find
The Tsunami of waves
Having left a trail devastation
Where I rush
To collect the debris.

I gaze around for-
The so familiar voice and image
Till they escape my search
To appear again like a storm surge,
An avalanche,
An eruption
Or an earthquake later.

You are around for sure-
Or else how do I encounter you
Infrequently though.