Memories
Memories
The words etched on my soul
Frolic dangerously with your memories
Drawing out your essence crammed In the folds of my wretched cognizance
I struggle futilely to latch on them
Afraid the world would tarnish the love I have kept cloistered in the realm
Of rhymes and collocations
Frown they'll upon this love with envy
For jealousy lashes out at impeccability
Dead you are to the world but not to me
For I keep you alive in the dimly lit lane of memories.