At times joyous , happy blissful memories
At times agonisingly hurtful ,painful stories
Folklores of a pristine love of yeasteryears
As drops on withered petals,shines through my tears.

As I flipped through the pages of my old diary
Yellow, wrinkled, faded pages spilled memories
Strange expressions laced with myriad emotions
Bitter sweet saga of life’s unheard commotions !

Rough gurgle of stream gushing along the river side
Tear savaged smile …….grudgingly hovered around
Trees bereft of leaves worn a forlorn look in fading light
On blooms withering petals dust shone thru dark twilight.

On life’s unstitched fabric these withering petals
Come alive as feast to the eyes,poetry to the soul
I stood at the threshold of fulfilling cherished dreams
Alas! our journey together was like moonlight’s gleam .

A whiff of cool breeze caressed my longing heart
Once rejoicing, withered petals today moans their fate
Memories of bygone era will hold me against all odds
Tender love of youthful innocence pays rich dividends!
Original,Copyright @Bhargavi Ravindra