Paper Mache Wings

By Pallavi Verma

Where do we go when we visit the same memory at the same time? Do we travel back in time together? Do we transcend moments? Do we hide in the shadows as the young lovers laugh? Do we sit in our room and talk to the walls? Do we stand on opposite sides of a bookshelf looking at each other through the gaps as we take out books and remember It's sad and haunting how I only remember the good moments now. The bad ones have shattered and sprinkled over the good ones so much so that they're hardly visible How do you move forward when your heart doesn't understand ratios and your brain doesn't understand the music compositions of the heart. How do you move forward when your heart and brain are on witness stands, testifying, but there's no judge? How do you move on when the shelves of your memories are falling around you? Here's how- you leave that room, tear the pages, and make yourself wings out of them. Unlock that room, twist the doorknob, and fly off to what is waiting for you in the clouds.

By Pallavi Verma