Before I Delete A Picture

By Barsha Priyadarshini

All through the days indulged in happy times

I often catch hold of the pictures

Clicked and saved as,

A visual memoir to my memories

Only to cherish those times years after on a random Saturday

When I find myself peeping again at the flashes of my past I left long behind

Sliding into the phone's gallery to search for something I would never find.

I remember very little,

Like the wooden embers who never forget the scorching flames it once burnt from

Or the unforgotten taste of the first sip from a botte of old rum.

I remember very little, I deleted those pictures

Only to forget the one, I captured the pictures with.

They were a lot of them I was unwanted like those pictures did.

Soon after they were deleted permanently,

with an excuse of insufficient storage and poor image quality.

I have ample storage available since then

With memes and lecture notes replacing them.

I even have pictures of mine a few with pale lips where no smile brew.

My camera hasn't seen me press the capture button in a while.

And here I am, On a random Saturday

Having fled to a serene corner of my room

Looking at my phone with a hope

To find atleast one picture of us,

I might have skipped and forgotten to delete.

By Barsha Priyadarshini