MEMORY JEWELS

November 26, 2020

While touring Into the distant Adventurous past, Gallivanting in the corridors Where jewels of memories hang, Of moments spent together, I stumble upon The newness of thoughts that rays reflect And eagerly uncover: A crowd of ifs and buts gather and spill, questioning me: What kind of reference point is he? Why don't my feelings rot, and why do they dry not?

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Comments (3)

RuprekhaNov 27, 2020

Nostalgic.

Amita SANGHAVINov 27, 2020

Thank you! Appreciate your response.

dishasNov 27, 2020

how exactly do you manage to put down feelings in such a beautiful way... your poems make me wanna say : this is exactly how i am feeling but never in my wildest dreams i would have been able to pen it down so nicely.. lovely !!!