Memories

By Nishidha Lehkade

As she felt the warmth of the sun rays

slowly leaving her face

she knew it was time to go back

time to put

every smile she had collected in this forgotten town,

the empty playground she couldn’t see

only the ghost of one merry face chasing several another,

the crayon curves on the wall which knew nothing

but the hands that had knitted them,

the rain that tore the sandcastles apart

but never it’s sincere soldiers,

the floating faces beaming newfound zeal

in the small pond,

that very first kiss which now lacked definition

but not the poignant heartbreak it brought,

the town where the lulling air seemed timeless

and the starts that shone just as bright

back into a box she called

By Nishidha Lehkade