The blurry polaroid picture, the half memories

The childhood photograph of us in my wallet

Makes me want to go back in that time.

The crippling edges, the yellowing sides

Deteriorating with every passing day

Cannot cease the deterioration that

These harsh words and false promises bring.

I remember the kisses that we shared

 And I’ll never forget the ones we don’t, anymore.

The dinners we had, and the travelling trips

Together, as, one we had do much fun.

But now, all that remains is the

Blurry picture of us, I wish you could see

Before you sign those papers, today

And eliminate the existence of our family.

Mom and dad, I can never imagine

You too apart, alone, forgotten.

Please let us go back in time,

To the day in that photograph

And see how much we loved each other.

Can’t we?

What Are Parents’ Called?

Young morning, breakfast in bed,
A little annoyance, a little dread.
A goofy smile bursting through your lips,
Earns you a smacking kiss.
Your innocent dance in the rain,
Your precious tears at a little pain.
The fashion shows and funky hairstyles,
Now far away- Infinity of miles.
My sleepless nights when you were sick,
You childhood, tiny, blue colored crib.
You smell in the silent, unmade bed,
Scattered with prickly crumbs of bread.
Oh! I wish I had never scolded you.
I wish you knew how much I loved you.
But now you’re gone, never to come back again.
My heart’s been broken; it’s never been the same.
Your first step, bike, graduation day,
Evening walks in summers of May.
First relationship and the first heartbreak,
Swearing like a sailor, for your sake.
Your anger walks and the sweet talks,
I remember, to let you dog be named Fox.
Every word, every step I stuck on to, ya
Be it Easter, Holi or Hallelujah.
I’m sorry I could never take you to The New York City.
I’m sorry I treated you with such ferocity.
But my baby’s gone now, it’ll never be the same.
An ache in my heart that refuses to fade.