Thursday, October 1, 2020

Memories

Its 3am, 

I look out of the window, 

I search through the darkness 

To find meaning in the eclipsed moon.

READ MEMORIES BURNT

It is quiet at this hour, 

But the cluttered mind 

Which struggles to settle 

And move swiftly like the floating grey clouds.

Memories

I open the book,

I see A dried faded rose flower 

Flattened between the crumbled yellowed pages.

A flashback throws open 

And I feel memories cutting through

The wound which never healed.

I told you I didn’t like flowers

Didn’t I?

I still don’t,

They remind me of the shards of unfulfilled vows. 

READ YOUR HEART JUST MADE A LEAP

It’s a sweet lie everyone holds on to,

That memories are to live for.

I recall them.  

And I feel an ache.

Tangible memories and

Token of hope 

Don’t they just fill the void?

May be I believe in this lie too

May be I’ll hold on to this beautiful lie,

And keep the dried petals 

A little longer

Till the time they crumble 

Into the abyss of despair. 

Kanishka Gairola
Kanishka Gairola
A Literature Student who is trying to express her thoughts and feelings through letters and words.

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