Friday, June 22, 2007

Souvenirs


The dried rose…
A silent testimony
Of a lost fragrance
Of a memory lost in time
Of love locked deep inside my being…

The torn letter…
The sole letter which you wrote to me…
Ripped apart in a moment of anger
The ruins protected by years of love…

The pen…
You gave to me…
The ink long since over…but it still writes
The language of our silence…the language of unspoken words

The card…
Of love and a hug
The cute teddy bear still smiles at me
A smile frozen with the burden of my love…

These souvenirs of my life
Mementoes of a memory I want to forget…
Till I find them…again in a locked up vault of my heart
Reminding me of what was and will never be…

3 comments:

tripti said...

ritz

gr8 goin yaar
wt expressions
wt emotions

d thought jst flowed out of ur mind n itz so true n pure

Apeksha said...

A very touching n beautiful poem....yet d note of lonliness givs pain....full of dissolved emotions....a voice to some muffled feelings...very gud one...keep writing

Ranjabati (ranja) said...

THIS is my fav topic dude ! these fav wordz.....these picturesque expressions ......lovely are they wid ur added expertise bro ! simply awesome ! no critical thoughts frm my side yaar....!
this has been one of ur bestestest concoctionz ever......lovely n most importantly....TRUE !
penning down Truth in a true sense is a gr8 example of an extraordinaire!
Continue being one such extraordinary writer bro......!
if wishes work....i wish u get better n better with each word of urz !
All the besto Senor :)