Timescapes Of Nostalgia Poem by Ananta Madhavan

In the dark before dawn
I feel for the dining table
And step into the balcony.

My shuttered eyes remember
The layered homes and trees
Across the sheen of tarmac
And high-rise blocks aspiring
To domesticate utopia.

Beyond the nascent cityscape
I know the hill of Devi,
Invisible in this dream-lit hour,
But familiar as my horizon.

This is my dream-trance orison
Of memory and oblivion.
They are but a refraction
Of the self-same glass screen,
Through which the tones and hues
Will shortly seem to show
A spectrum of shades for me
To ruminate on Time.

- - - - - - May,2015