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Colorful Jars

I have filled a part
Of our life, love and memory
In jars
Of assorted size and colours
And have hidden them somewhere
Safe.
A place my memory will soon obliterate.
And one day when we start to age
Our memories turn distant and fade
When things start looking bleak
We will then play the game of hide and seek
Where we’ll search for these sundry jars
Instead of looking for new
In one another.
Our disconnected hands and soul
Will find them and open
Pouring and spilling the lost fragrance
Of fond memories captured in former time
Aged through years like the fine wine
Reminding us of youth and our undeterred love
I hope the colorful jars capture us
In a sensational time warp.

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The little queen

When I knew little, I was,
a queen in my own baby thoughts,
ruling a kingdom of teddies and dolls
with no enemy marching
toward the kingdom walls.
All were healthy, happy and gay
until the childhood
faded away.
Gone were the dolls from my hands,
I was surrounded by worldly errands.
My kingdom remained locked
in boxes and piles
and my subjects waited
for their queen to reconcile.
They turned old, so did I,
the baby thoughts, soon, waved good-bye.
Ages crossed and time was gone
the kingdom transformed
gloomy and forlorn.
The little queen, now a lady, charming and young,
still longed to unite with her forgotten kingdom,
where years ago,
she’d left a piece of her weeping heart
while departing for a new and mature start.
Through the separation and the pain
I grew up having my own memory lane.
One fine day, I returned to the boxes of joy,
unleashing my childhood, teddies, and toys.
Our kingdoms reunited with happiness never seen
For I still remained
Their pretty little queen.

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