keepsake

lazy and decomposed.
here i lay drifting,
trifling with toys near by.
rain drizzles out and a
scented breeze wafts in to soothe.

a dream sprouts in.
i can’t figure her face,
nor, the home she stood.
but, it feels homely.
she stands still, joy and resolute.
like an even blip amongst all odds.
i stretch my hand to reach.
but nothing to find, except;
except for an aromic whiff to console.

i curl back to toys again.
the real world: awakened.
drizzle continues to send its scent;
but now turned to be a keepsake.

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10 thoughts on “keepsake

  1. well, describing a usual mind shift in such a subtle way… :) beautifully put down :) good one Vishu… loved reading it…

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