Where Words Are Not Ordinary

I

Some memories are like a paper boat,

Floating effortlessly in a puddle,

And some like a full bloomed sun that invigorates one’s day,

Which one you want to hold on to and which you want to let go is a difficult choice to make.

II

Getting sunburnt in the tranquil alleys,

Riding my favourite bicycle and singing away my woes,

Searching pearls among multihued flowers and diamonds among rocks discreetly watching over the city,

Memories of all hues call me like a forlorn lover,

III

I soak my naked feet into the cold water of the past,

To feel the sensations that still enliven me,

I splash the water on my sagging face searching my past,

To reflect the same joy and pain that tore my heart,

I drench in the rain of all emotions to hide underneath the canopy of love and friendship,

To reminisce the days that slipped away too soon leaving behind a translucent image.