sigh sky high...

clicked a photograph with my eyes for posterity
last time I'd see those lips turning to me
knew from his eyes,
dreamy pair of thickly lashed hazel eyes;
Never do they fail to paint my cheeks in shades of red,
a brown sepia toned picture forming
in the back yard of his memory as well
Faded and precious..
sigh…
There's after all
Sweetness in being
The lost woman
Than the last one
Being his muse
Haunting his nights and fueling his days
Never being wasted even for a second
A romantic aberration that lasts
Never growing or reacting
Only desired and never possessed
A living memory of a
A refraction to reckon with...

Moments


Sands of time
Sealing holes in the souls
Serene
Of a secured past
Spring time
That's as fresh
As then
Sealed forever
Peace eternal!
Tears of joy,
Lakes of frozen
Memories
Dappled hues
Of despairs and dread
Mottled fires of
Desires
Doused and diseased
And a few appeased!
Silent and sheltered
Evermore
What more
To move on
Till stupor strikes
And no more woes
Just a stoic stance
In Suspension
Till sands of time ...