Memories Of Sakurai

By Ojeswi Medisetti

If I were here before you,

I’d have learned to let you go,

Will I ever get to where you are?

I’m barely a survivor of an apocalypse,

Plunging into the sea of nostalgia

At the sight of your electric radiance,

Longing for a time which had me forgot

And the music which chose me not,

How does your ruby past taste?

Maybe like the magic in your eyes

Or of those ghosted by my tears,

Tracing cassiopeian moles on your face

To your elegant flowy hair,

Paint me with the colour of your voice,

Let me forget the vile fate’s noise,

No prayers will let you fly to me,

The last of your moonlight on my knee,

Let me gift you the art of renaissance

With words I never dared pick from my soul,

If I forget your name this life,

Will you remind me the next time?

Let’s meet under a dying star,

Never too near or too far

From where we are.

By Ojeswi Medisetti