Memories

By Sumita Laha

Silence speaks louder than words

When rightly put.

It is the reflection of the feelings 

That could not be heard

But only be felt.

Memories flash

Like the ebb and flow

And the little splashes

Against the pebbles

Remind her

Of the days left behind

Until the waves recede

And meet the sea again.

An old fragrance 

Tiptoes and unveils

Around her

And she could relive

Her younger days

With that fresh out of the shower scent

Clean and invigorating.

Her lungs breathe to the brim

And she soaks in the glory

Of the magical scent.

There she stands still

Basking in the aura of its magic.

By Sumita Laha