The ink.

December 20, 2010


Filed under: Uncategorized — Asmita @ 12:01 pm

The two long strands

of your hair

lying in my pillow

were the evidences

of your presence

in my territory.

I picked up those strands

and let them fly

out of my window

to the thin air


bid you farewell.


December 17, 2010


Filed under: Musing — Asmita @ 11:55 am

Your old hair pins

lying in my drawer

A pair of your jeans

with faded color


A hand-made

birthday card

in my name

A colorful candle

on the stand

waiting for the flame


The bookmarking

chocolate wrap

The stickers

in my book of scrap


They are all here

They are all safe

But, it’s you

That I’ve lost.

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