Pratiksha Mainkar

Dedicated to all the amazing people I'm going to miss...


The words burn down into ashes,

The smile fades into the tears.

Dusting the delicate, crinkled pages

The memories however, don’t disappear.


It’s a hard thing

To let it be and go;

Those endless, heartfelt hours stay

Reminding you of them far and beyond.

There are those always, few

For whom a melody the heart sings

The sweet murmurs echo in the darkness

From the deep hollows within.


Stays behind is what

Remains etched forever, never to fade anymore.

As every page is filled, turned

Every passing breath in you wishes

To go back and live them again and again.


Strange and twisted are the tricks of time

As it slips through my fingers like sand,

Gathered those precious buds

From this garden gently, I’ve

Tucked carefully in the pages.

Their fragrance now fills my life

And when I’ll rest in peace some fine day,

They’ll be of the best things ever happened.

Memories are as they say

Crucial reminders of our existence.


P.S: the next post will be up after a brief period of time,till then adios and enjoy your vacations.

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2 Responses
  1. Qu'est-ce qu'un magnifique poème!
    speechless!


  2. @thoughtwriter--merci beaucoup!


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