A suitcase full of letters,
Inked by people who got lost in between and who still matter,
Once again a walk down the memory lane,
Tracing the stardust of happiness along lines of pain,
Some come to give memories and some lessons,
Some sweet as sugar and others sour like lemons,
In the last rains of winter my heart danced,
Wept all the tears that dried in those moments of longing which passed,
A fragile heart and pure love is all what I am,
Strong as a shadow and weak as a flame,
Cold as those nights and warm as a kiss,
Buried emotions a while ago, still some smiles I miss,
Colored by seasons and promises which wither,
Of darkness and bright lies crafted in illusionary glitter,
Falling again when I know nothing is worth the effort,
Trapped by words beautifully woven ending up in deep uncovered cuts!
Aishwarya.
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