Lost into thoughts
I turn away careless
Dog eared book of life
I see every page just my ink
And search yours
And just when sure
am alone, I see your shadow
Where you stood all pages through
Like a peacock feather
treasured yet hidden
We buried together
In the recesses of memory.
treasured yet hidden
We buried together
In the recesses of memory.
Rather a short piece, lacks a little in style but then it just makes one remember a childhood or a college buddy.True friends just cannot keep away!!
ReplyDeleteSandeep, thanks and is that a Conditional clause?
ReplyDeleteYou like peacock feathers...I know.Friends that care should not keep away long. But someone I know talks to only here.
ReplyDeleteSowmya, still like them.
ReplyDelete"We buried together in the recesses of memory"
ReplyDeletea touchy sentence. I remember my child wood friend- impact of your posting
Sir thank you.
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