Remaining Places Every day I forget, loose something Where have I put my spectacles, where the pen is lost? Just now I have seen blue color somewhere, where has it gone no idea? I forget to reply letters, to pay off the installments of debt I do not remember to greet or bid farewell to friends I often regret that my hands were stuck in such tasks, which were not matched with my mind Sometimes it happened; I forget not to recall that which I forgot. Mother used to say, go to that place, where you put those things last time? I usually would get those things again and I would be happy Mother used to say, wherever things happen…they make a place of their own which fades not easily Mother is no longer but her place remains. Things get lost but places remain They keep on going with us entire life We go somewhere else, far from our homes, people, our water and trees From where I descended down like a stone In that hill too there would be a small place left for me Meanwhile my city
Poet, Literary Translator, Assistant Professor, He comes from a small Garhwal Himalayan village Jakholi in Tehri Garhwal district of Uttarakhand, India. He writes poems in Hindi, English and Garhwali. He is the pioneer translator of prominent contemporary singer and poet of Garhwal Mr. Narendra Singh Negi. He earned his PhD in Poetic Philosophy from HNBGU Central University Srinagar. So far he has authored "A Stream of Himalayan Melody", "Pages of my college Diary" and "Waqt ki peeth par".