ishika keshari

ishika keshari Mar 2017

That little arch of your mouth when you’re just about to burst out laughing,
The lines that form where your eyes end,
Your sparkling eyes and the first crack of your laugh,
You will always be my happy memory.

When I’m sitting alone bored with everything in life,
I’ll think back to my happy days,
And your laugh will remind me of someone named you,
You will always be my happy memory.

I’ll think back to my time in Bombay,
And my first thought will be you,
My first thought will be your flawed existence,
My first thought will be your laugh.

ishika keshari Mar 2017

Time and you.

Have you ever come across someone so inexplicably flawed?
Yet so beautiful,
I’ve accepted you in every sense,
I’ve accepted you as my friend.

It’s been years since we last met,
But your face is still fresh in my memory,
Your little black mole around your lips,
Your warm soft hand always locked in mine.

We took rounds of the school,
Talking of things we knew never could come true,
If time would turn back just for us,
I would still walk around the school with you.

ishika keshari Mar 2017

Make me your reminiscence.

Promise you will never forget me,

Promise a part of me will always be with you,

I only ask for a little corner in your head,

Only then will I let you go.

I will not ask for a part of you, I don’t ever want to keep you,

Because our love was built on selflessness,

All I am asking is don’t lose my memory, don’t lose the idea of us.

Years from now when you’re broken and alone,

I want you to conjure our memory

And I want that memory to make you smile

Like a teen kissing his first love.

But before I let you go,

Hold me, consume every part of me, and take me with you
Look for me in every person you meet,

And I will do the same.

ishika keshari May 2016

Eleven years and a day.

The train sped through the green fields
my cheeks wet with tears
for I was going away to a place they called a home away from home.

As we were winding through the roadways of Kurseong
and into the beautiful queen of hills
my eyes witnessed the sun setting in the horizon splaying colours of orange and red
and I knew for sure this the abode of the Gods themselves.

Years passed like a whirlwind
leaving me awestruck with the beauty of Darjeeling
For there was no other place I had known
such as the magnificent home away from home.

For now my days of beauty were to come to an end
so painfully I was to bid goodbye to the irreplaceable memories
alas my eleven years and a day had come to its conclusion
leaving me only to recall such beauty in my distant memory.

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