Faded Memories of Love

By Anjali Pushpa

I met him for no reasons

the journey of

stranger from somewhere

to someone special.

Untangled feelings

unexplainable meanings

unknown passions

Is it the spark or depth

Is it the clarity

Is it the depth

Is it the flow

love is in details.

Movement in every second

transformation of love into pain.

When he touched my hands

I see his glittering eyes

I see my future with him

I see a beautiful painting

Is it a dream I doubted

Is it an unrealistic expectation

Is it my craving for love

faded memories of love.

By Anjali Pushpa