The Mountain Of Past Poem by Leela Solomon

'Beyond here lies nothing,
Nothing we can call our own'
Bob Dylan ​sings...

The boy quit the game,
​Walked down the river,
Played his flute at twilight
And, disappeared forever; ​
I got stuck between
The sun and the moon while
I tried to catch a dream.
​
Standing alone in the
Vacant balcony, holding
An old iron box, filled with
Smouldering charcoal,
I try to remove creases of
Memories piled on my mind;
Inhaling the burning charcoal
Forgetting the suppressed
Sibilants of washed and
Starched love and Dylan sings,
'For as long as love will last
beyond here lies nothin'
But the mountains of the past.'

And I need more charcoal to
Remove the crease of the past.