#TributeInInk

Everyone has a way to escape
To mend their scars and tame their chaos
It's either someone or someplace
Where one seeks the true essence of
themselves

For me my childhood is an escape
not a permanent place to dwell, but
somewhere to unburden my responsibilities
and avoid the rat race of success

A place where I found
the traces of my younger self, like feathers
slightly ruffled but not damaged,
being themselves, light and free
without any burdens of society and family

My childhood is those paper boats and puddles,
the hiding places and collection of pebbles
it is tree house and the bicycle race
most importantly it is values and virtues of my family and friends

My grandad's memories is one of the places
within this escape place,
a safe cocoon like a mothers womb
His love like the soft rays of sunrise
after a long dark night

The map of wrinkles on his face
Told us the tales of the most
incredible journey he must have faced.

His eyes deep with horrors seen,
Yet lined with laughter's sheen
He was the reservoir of an ageless wisdom
Which enriched my little mind

And in a blink he was gone,
Just like an evanescence moment,
Perched on my eyelids
Into the unknown infinite,
Leaving behind a hole in my life,
As big as the endless void

Now all I have are his memories
Which are like
The fragrance of the old books
and about the melody of
The tales of black ink which seems
To have flown from the heavens parchment,

But for me even his memories are
An emotional bay where
The weather is always perfect,
And the sun never sets...

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