I don't know
whether I am there or not
in your canvas,
I never got tired
drawing the past
with the crayons of our memories
moving on,never meant
looking back is a crime!
the years gone by
may not come again
still the indelible imprints
they left behind
are enough to lubricate
the helpless heart machine
the charcoal
who knows
may be recycled
to reproduce a flame
even now!
if reading again the glossary
of our conversations
and
re-reading the notation of love
are nothing but foolishness
then let they be!
looking at the peephole
with fortitude
for a gleamer of self-made solace
is not at all to blame!
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