Faded Out Frames.

I Heard, come what may
We would revisit those spaces,
Once cherished and left midway
For, the memories, they pull.

Those incomplete sweet nothings 
Crooned together with a certain heart
Which we wanted to make our own,
And the words that trailed off with a lump in throat
When the same slowly and painstakingly
Faded out of the frames,
Yet, lingers somewhere deep down
In half closed morsels.

Dont we long to complete those half seen
Dreams again?!
To mend a heart that's broken in shreds?
Dont you dream to reignite a 
Spark that failed to flame?
I do..
Still..



Arun M Sivakrishna