You Aren't Dead Yet

By Amee Laheru

Withered rose, the old pen,

incomplete scribbled note with

Your handwriting.

Library of town

where you used to live the most.

Sky with the sun in the evening.

Swing on a terrace,

Prayer and instruments playing

In the temple at the corner of a street.

A Torn dress which used to

be my favourite.

chair in the middle of the living room.

That one Window in our room

Which we used to keep open mostly

to see the world from your dreamy eyes.

Monsoon and mug of coffee.

Garden out of town,

a mountain track

which has the whole city view.

All of these things hold

Memories, memories, and

unforgettable memories of you.

I live through all of it

to keep my heart in ecstasy.

All of them are your legacy

to make our story go on.

You aren't dead yet.

I preserve you

in the museum of my heart.

You are the masterpiece of love

Which I preserved to make my life immortal.

By Amee Laheru