The twinkles of the past

---Geetha munnurcode---

The memoirs redeemed

Not felt from where

The bubbled splutters

In a turmoil

In a turbulent prang of passion

Deep some where

In the core of heart

Floating

Just a touch apart

I could reach them

Yet

Getting trimmed off

Slipping

Out of my possession

Why do they dive down?

Weren't they a part of me?

My own self

In its preamble

The pedestal from where

I nourished

Erected my stature…

May the day I’d be laid

For the last rituals

Of my existence

They come, embrace me

And release

Just a glimpse of me

A final glow.