New memories…

I was quiet, Immersed in myself,

Consciously brushing away memories,

Ironically, more of those popped up!

And I heard the birds singing aloud,

And being responded promptly…

Probably it was a communication,

They exchange thoughts better than humans,

There won't be excuses,

‘I do not know how to express feelings’, cliché!

And I sensed the darkness brooding,

The rain clouds whispering in the crowd;

And it drizzled, and I was detached from myself,

My soul fluttered like the tiny yellow butterfly;

And the sweetest of the fragrances, emerged,

Petrichor… and my eyes closed in savouring the moment,

And I ran up the hill from the green valley,

Bare foot, the green grass soft beneath my sole,

Like a child wandering in wonder…

The tiny purple flowers smiled at me;

The lady bug, wondered of my insanity;

I was blank, and it poured…

I got drenched, I felt tears streaming,

Still, I smiled back at the tiny purples.

Memories, you are bitter and sweet;

Let me have these moments;

To cherish in my loneliness.