I have lost in reality…
His feel
The touch
The sound of his breathing
The look of approval
The stare when he was angry
In memory I have…
His feel
The touch
The sound of his breathing
The look of approval
The stare when he was angry
I have lost in reality…
His words
The expressions
The love in his voice
The meaning of songs he sang
The wisdom when he scolded
In memory I have…
His words
The expressions
The love in his voice
The meaning of songs he sang
The wisdom when he scolded
I have lost in reality…
His walk
The stride
The pace of his steps
The long endless strolls
The discussions that ensued
In memory I have…
His walk
The stride
The pace of his steps
The long endless strolls
The discussions that ensued
I have lost in reality…
His music
The beats
The melody of his humming
The rhythm on the table
The perfection of reaching high notes
In memory I have…
His music
The beats
The melody of his humming
The rhythm on the table
The perfection of reaching high notes
I have lost in reality…
His jokes
The wit
The poker face when he joked
The intelligence in the humour
The glint in the eye when the joke hit the mark
In memory I have…
His jokes
The wit
The poker face when he joked
The intelligence in the humour
The glint in the eye when the joke hit the mark
I have lost in reality…
His being
The life
The emotions behind the photographs
The movement behind the moment
The soul that made the man
In memory I have…
His being
The life
The emotions behind the photographs
The movement behind the moment
The soul that made the man
The memories remain
Threaten to fade
Leaving me with that
Which I have lost in reality
But in memory I have.
2 comments:
humm interesting stuff I must say, but then why wud smone like to cling on to memories that hurt... its smtimes always better to let go :)!
-ashish
(ashish.hari@gmail.com)
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