Saturday, July 23, 2016

A Safe Place

Remember how we
promised to remember?
All?
How can we
forget the person
we love?
But we were
mistaken.
Very.
Our memories are
Not our own.
Never.
Moisture eats away
At our photographs.
Your shirt camoflages
with week-old dirties
In my laundry basket.

I have misplaced you.
I'm shifting house.

I stowed you away.
To a dungeon inside.
The ravines of memory.
A Safe Place.
But how was I
to know that
It caves in?

Your death becomes
a bunch of wilted flowers
on my window sill. 

5 comments:

Archish Mazumdar said...

Its beautiful! :)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Your words are beautiful and that applies to the many posts I have read through.
Kind regards
Anna :o]

Laboni Chatterjee said...

@hyperCRYPTICal, thank you so very much, Anna. Happy thoughts for you. :)

Thanks a ton, Archish!

Unknown said...

So fluent in conveying with such beautiful words... Salute,lady .. :)

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