Leafing through the album
Out of boredom,
I ran across some photographs-
Clicked at a time
When there were only laughs.
Plain in-house celebrations
To gorgeous neighborhood weddings,
The small town that lent me wings
And the city that let me fly in the breeze.
The soothing touch of mother
That withered not in weather;
Fun and frolic with friends at the sea
When days were carefree;
At the terrace with siblings
Exchanging interpretations of dreams.
The hazy analog family shots
Or the rehearsed digitals,
These are memories frozen on paper or bits
Don’t know if they’re gold or gilts,
But when they said- ‘All that glitters is not gold’
It felt so good to see-
All that matters is still not sold...