A Cold Shake!

Just a name here ...
And a quick line there... 

And i get as usual a cold-shake- 

an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 

blaming me for things i haven't done... 

Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 

they want to shake my hand and leave me 

like i am an upturned stone 

in their so-called smooth path... 

Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 

i think of the years gone by...

the days crawled... The minutes staggered...

yes, the past, my past is me... 

The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 

They made me realize-

This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 

Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 

I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 

the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 

some years back on a fine bright morning....

Upturned

D.P.