‘Old Ideas,’ A Poem by Sawhney

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Old Ideas

I sit in stillness

and I hear old murmurs

of what

I pushed aside


Years past,

I knew you



I don’t know


What is this impromptu message


before my mind


Years have passed

and what have I done

to be brought

face to heart

with discarded remnants

of an old life?


Ripples wash through me

creating waves

washing old ideas

and now,

all I know

is what I feel


The stillness brought in

the ripples,

that brought in the tide,

that brought in 

old ideas,

like you.


What more is left to discover?