Memories

                                              MEMORIES

The love letters of past,

To his mistress – the Future

Written in ink, to forever last,

Quiet, untouched by any curr-

Are these memories.

Of summer love, under dusky trees,

Of happiness consumed and hearts freed.

When the Nights arms are folded,

The snippets of time, of a lost eternity

Come to you, to the mind they have molded,

Faithfully, you hear them out

But never let them leave, with a trace of doubt

Unspoken, Unheard and Unholy – their magic they cast,

Such are these memories, The love letters of past.

                                                            Ananya Ajay Kumar