Your memories drown me in tidal waves
Unpredictable, powerful, unrestricted
They cruelly, slowly engrave
My heart; its beats unheard.
Mostly, little insignificant moments,
A playful smile, a teasing voice
A voice which now torments
And yet I am left with no choice.
No choice but to embalm them in words,
Because isn't that what poets do
To freeze every emotion which stirs
Every dream they fear wouldn't come true.
Too cynical to believe something could be so perfect
Between sweet nothings,
To hide their dreams, before reality could detect,
And spoil flawless things.
Niharika Prasad
