Seized in Memories

By Archita Nongthombam

If you ever come for me,

Come alone.

You will find me in spaces and silences

Between flood of speeches,

Under the sparkling snow,

Still, in happy twinkling

Inside the snow globe,

In smoke arising

From the sandal incense,

In incandescent mornings,

In those wooden doors

I etched my white young thoughts,

Amidst the dark alley

That led to the kitchen,

In those misty mornings,

And emerald pond,

And the rain droplets

I watched through the mesh

With red tea in small hands.

Find me there-

If you ever come for me.

By Archita Nongthombam