Memoirs

by Suman Mondal

its almost unfeasible to write

about the memoirs of my past

some fragments are pale and dim

others still rove inside my head

now if you ask me tell us some

like a meander

these broken pieces ramble

but its too hard to retrieve them

so listen to my heart now

honey colored reminiscences

dry and wrinkled

now listen close to my heart

a quick and platonic love

in the urban gala of

splendor

poverty

a sweet sweet odour of the place

where two strangers

share the remnants of death

to be strangers again