Your Memories

by Mihir Deshmukh   Aug 28, 2014


Peeking through the windows, never missing a moment,
Like the breath I take, my body they frequent.
Smiling, gazing at me with those loving eyes,
Yet hiding, behind you the pain that that lies.

Sometimes they race, squeaking like mice, below my feet,
Sometimes jump in, hold me tight, under the sheets
Caress my hair, the way you did, when I slept,
Would console me when I wept.

In the garden, on the trees they Linger,
Sooth me, calm me, blow away all my anger.
But sometimes crying havoc they raise a storm,
Little kids, my doors they lock, causing no harm.

But I'm glad, glad to be blessed with these Fairies,
They can't be you, but just as beautiful are your memories.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    So so stunning, eloquently written with an almost warm misery in the tone, the words flow like a stream and create that same tranquil imagery, slightly tainted by the sense of melancholy.there isn't as great, nor as horrid a feeling as being haunted by the sprite-like ghosts that are the memories of a love gone awry.