Of Moments, Memories, and Dreams

A bat of an eyelid,

A smile stealing on a lip,

A strand of hair being brushed aside,

A short look turned to a long gaze.

 

A word unheard,

A word barely heard,

A hand around a waist,

And looking up at a shining face.

 

A look of longing,

A look on separation,

A look of fulfillment,

A look of benevolence.

 

A kiss remembered,

A smile thought about,

And incidental touch,

A simple word exchanged,

A thought thought then,

Remembered now.

 

A gait remembered,

A place remembered,

An ambience too.

And aura of a person too.

 

A sunshine face,

A face drawn up,

A misty eye,

A tremble on a lip.

 

A moment of fear,

A moment of anticipation,

A moment of exhilaration,

When I first talked to you.

 

An agonizing wait for a fleeting look,

A fragrance of someone who passed,

A whisper exchanged in a cold moonlit night,

A face so cherished seen suddenly,

A voice so sweet heard suddenly.

 

A passionate kiss,

An electric embrace,

A ring of a phone and a honeyed hello,

A cold hand gently taken in warm one,

A hand running through one’s hair.

 

A mention made,

A sudden meet,

A sad eye,

A vacant look,

 

The rustle of dried leaves under a foot,

A glace exchanged in the approaching darkness,

The warmth of a body,

A breath felt,

A hand on the forehead,

A throttled sob.

 

A smile of amusement,

A proud profile,

And arm outstretched,

An ankle turned,

A ringed finger,

A bangled wrist,

A lovely foot,

A plaited braid,

A face witnessed in half sun half shade.

 

O moments, memories, dreams.

The treasure. The treasure. The treasure.

 

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