The Album

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...