Thursday, June 4, 2026

He walks at the speed of reminiscence

 

Words that bring tears to the eyes

I savour their taste

Without understanding the tears

That flow willingly

At the mere echo of the words.

Maybe it is you

Whose face swims up

Amidst the words

Nonchalantly

As if my reminiscence

Can only be about you.

Maybe it is me

Who has swallowed too many words

And created a doppelganger

Who is always walking

At the speed of reminiscence.