A dusty bundle of Photographs Fell off, while arranging the old almirah Shattered, sprinkled on the floor With few cassettes and a camera.
Betwixt those pictures of trips, horse rides, long drives and friend groups, I discovered an old memory photo Brought it forward and gave a look.
My mind's eye recalled the reflection of the journey, You were taking yourself off to another city. I accompanied you, for this was our last Night aglow with street lights, at around nine fifty.
Every second of that night had an imprint in my mind Every word of goodbyes, had my tears in them. Waiting if somebody would stop you from departing, Still I greeted your departure but inside I condemn.
Your departure left me brooding In front of the hearth, with coffee on the table, The days of togetherness were ephemeral The memories of those journeys were only eternal.