Friday, February 26, 2010

Snapshots

Of brazen nights that
formed tainted dreams
and smokes of lovers;
that gave a high to
juvenile paradise.

Of wilful rebellion,
comforting lust,
loss and moving worlds
of change, of reiteration
of conflict, contrast,
failure and belief.
Intuitions.

Of tamed fancies,
sunset place and delicate
conversations;
little fingers
snuggled.

Of soft whispers and
caressed touches. Smiles
of averted gaze and secret
tears
of locked pupils.
Of lips, desires,
longing.

Of wine and celebration,
loud cheer and song,
dancing merry, blessings
and love, with promise of
enduring intimacies.

Of years, months and days,
of counting hours and engaging
minutes, forgotten seconds.
Proud legacies and sad ruin.
Of toothless laughs and
aching joints.

Death;
memories,time, me.

2 comments:

Sirish Gauni said...
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neha said...

please! something beyond "nice" now! You've said the same thing for too long.