Wisps of a
fragile memory
swirl around me
fragrant, like petrichore.
Struggling out
like a tree out of a seed
breaking free from the clutches of time.
Not all at once
but in bits and pieces
Broken embers of
a once raging fire
searching for something
to set alight again.
Like life stirring
At the break of dawn
Shaking off the comforting night.
Like the shifting of the tide-
So gentle,
Hardly noticed.
Like a lost child
remembering a path
once forgotten.
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
16/11/2010
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
Wisps of a
fragile memory
swirl around me
fragrant, like petrichore.
Struggling out
like a tree out of a seed
breaking free from the clutches of time.
Not all at once
but in bits and pieces
Broken embers of
a once raging fire
searching for something
to set alight again.
Like life stirring
At the break of dawn
Shaking off the comforting night.
Like the shifting of the tide-
So gentle,
Hardly noticed.
Like a lost child
remembering a path
once forgotten.
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
16/11/2010
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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