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
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