MEMORIES

A night seeps into my head-
An endless sky of dead stars.
Mirages bloom like moss clothed desires on a dew drenched green.
A swing pendulums to and fro,
Crashing into the glass pane perfection
Breaking them into a million cigarette tails,
Fumbling from red to orange and then a fistful of remorseless ash-
Feet marred by tobacco scars.
I walk into glossy gaiety on the path of blank pages each day,
Into the world of plastic smiles and sodden sway,
Into the vacuum of cast aways,
Memories escaping like paper bits on a windy day.



He woke me up by scratching his day-old stubble on my cheek. I pushed him away playfully and gave him my widest grin. He lay on the bed besides me. I lay on top of him and hugged him hard pressing myself on his ample belly. He asked me not to. I pressed harder. He breathing was heavy and I could listen to a rumbling in his stomach. I pressed so hard my nails dug into his back. I kept pressing till he was heaving and he struggled to get me off him. I was all of 8. He was 37. I am still not sure if it is a dream of if it did really happen.

I was looking back wondering if I still had memories. I find 3. One insignificant, one too embarrassing to be written here.