Savour

 A dilapidated castle.
 Exactly the place,
 Descriptions match
 With what he had read.
 
 When moon and the stars
 Were obscured by clouds
 And not a speck of light
 Dared make holes
 in night's shroud,
 On such a night
 In this castle
 two lovelorn hearts
 had sheltered and rested.
 
 The heavens had opened up that night.
 Threatening to thwart their plans.
 Elope they however did and
 In this castle came and hid.
 
 A little distance outside the city
 This old castle had existed
 A secret chamber built in its walls
 Had sheltered the lovers
 From that night's storm's wrath.
 
 Years later, reading the diary of his mother
 He found mention of this incident.
 Back he, therefore, had chosen to come;
 to quench his curiosity
 And savour the aura
 Of the place’s romanticism
 That his parents may have felt that night.
 
 

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

R K Narayan’s Spirits

This is a tale of an author, Indian.
R K Narayan, whose Malgudi tales are superlative fun.
One night he sat up late musing,
When he heard on the window pane,
some distinctive knocking.
Well past midnight, the clock on the wall displayed.
The sound to him at that moment didn’t make sense.
 
Morning came with the news
about death of an old aunt;
She had died past midnight,
around the time,
the knocking on the window had been heard.
The author, in his autobiography
talks of this experience and explains-
The sound was that of a spirit, his aunt’s,
trying to establish connection
Before moving on.
This is my attempt to convert into verse, what the famous Indian author R K Narayan has described in his autobiography-"My Days". I have been quite intrigued ever since I read this. Not sure if this is true but since he has mentioned it in his autobiography, I wonder if there isn't an element of truth in his words? Leave it to everyone's interpretation.