I wish I put a lid on them



Good memories

Of moments spent in longing

Love and laughter

Drizzle over the semi-parched skin.

Flakes of handheld kisses waver in the air, as if snow –

I wish I put a lid on them.

Small fingers gnaw at wooden letters

Halting at a stamp of yesterday.

A cuppa of quiet nights

A cuppa of quiet nights

On university floors.

Paper flags fluttering

Over your eyes

You see the white sky

With the crisscrossed

Wires of broken bonds.

Ash adorned jhil-pars

With their empty tar-sodden

Pockets, stare –

A face looks back at you

As deep as the tree beside.

Reassuring eyes.