In the ruins of our past, a poem by grkaviyoor

In the ruins of our past,

In the shadows of what once was grand,

Echoes of laughter, now a silent stand.

Whispers of love linger in the air,

Like petals of flowers, fragile and rare.

Wandering souls, intertwined fate,

In the remnants of time, we patiently wait.

Each crack in the walls, a story untold,

In the depths of despair, our secrets hold.

A symphony of echoes, haunting and vast,

In this sanctuary of relics, our memories last.

Let me dwell in this melancholy embrace,

Finding solace in the beauty of grace.

For even in ruins, there's a beauty to find,

In the fragments of the heart, left behind.

So let me remain, in the ruins of our past,

Nourishing lost memories, until the very last.

GR kaviyoor 

27 04 2024