'Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.'

The remnants of love

The remnants of love remained
Like the colour-washed streets of Holi,
Subtly fading each day.
Will crossroads that made us choose different ways,

Serve as souvenirs still?

White hair glistening and matching white waves.
What if you cut your feet on broken sea-shells

Will you remember me then?

Walking side by side through crowded streets,
The cacophony serves as Karaoke still.
The city smells of old love and lost melody,

Colours, Colours that fade away...

Sunlight falls on broken glass pieces,
A show of light decorates your dark room.
Come find me among wilted flowers in broken vases,

And dusty book ends when your memory fades.