As if all sweet reminiscences got flown away in a consuming gust,
not they though are fragile as today's trust.
Remembering them is indeed an absolute gift,
no tragedy shall have my soul with them cut adrift.
They call me with an urge to return and embrace them,
but this gets a pain developed in me, don't know where and when ?
Had I been sent to those memories endowed with zest,
would have decorated it to its fullest.
A worth getting lost, they still are an abyss,
it gets poured with time by existence's reciting lips.
Those fragments of happenings at first felt like a game just being played,
ultimate splendor you discover later in that very game that your mind parlayed.


© Swarnim Anand