Last night, in a restless dark arc,
Tiptoeing over my spread out dreams,
Some steps tripped over me.
Your never abandoned memories.
Chasing the moonshine,
On a moonless night,
I stirred old echoes,
Of your calls, and my heeds,
Of your silences and my mute replies,
Of your puzzles and my vain aims.
Of those sunsets lost in search for evenings.
Of our promises that we held and let slip away.
Of our anchors lost in dropped hands.
Of lights that stood buried under old moon dust,
Rusty, blunt yet piercing.
These blades held eternally in our hearts,
These memories !
(written on 18th Oct, 2013)