Our Book

Don't search for me in the crooked objects at your drawer desk,

Or in the love notes your hands lost touch off,

Or the text message, or person

Because lost memories can only be found at heart,

But you won't find me there either,

So don't search for it.

And when you will be tired of searching,

And will be clueless about where you lost me,

Read 'OUR' book.

And as you flip the pages,you will find my fragrance,

The texture of the paper will feel like a familiar touch

And you will hear words speaking,

As you flip the pages unfolding memories.

When you will be done reading,

You will find a dried rose at the back of it,

And then, maybe, you will figure out where you lost me.

Because, some memories can't be traced by regrets!