The Things That I Lost

By Swati Joshi

There are things that I lost

but there are things that I found

while stepping on the same ground again.

I am not a replica of someone I admire

nor am I a pretentious fool.

I just like to share my memories.

Just how you like to showcase

those pictures in a wooden frame

at the bedside.

It is the touch of reality.

I may never be able to embrace someone wholly again.

I may never be able to smile so recklessly again.

I may not want to indulge in your deviltry again.

But I found peace at the footsteps of

Introspection’s stone.

The music in my mind is mending all 

the maliciousness of the heart.

Now I want to pine for the silence that follows

the end of the sonnet.

I can only leave flowers on your window sill,

you may keep or throw them away.

I haven’t lost the human touch.

I have lost yearning for it.

I will live for the sound of breeze.

Already can see my previous possessions freeze.

The things that I found

shall help

in walking new grounds.

By Swati Joshi