Reminder Poem by Shruti Goswami

Now and then,
Pretty often;
Or is it everyday?
Nay, every moment is a better word,
Must I admit;
That I think of you?
Dawn of such a revelation
Is a bruise,
On my battered heart.
Still, I hear the bells tinkle
In a far away church
Of my mind,
And I know now
For whom the bell tolls.
For whom the rain falls
So softly;
That the silent murmur
Is like unsung music,
Like nostalgia that engulfs me so deep;
That I desire
Neither to bask in it,
Nor retrieve myself.
It's a wretched feeling,
And a lovely one,
Like the shriek of a curse,
Or the song of a swan.
And the fragrance that wafted
Out of the freshly bloomed lilacs,
The sudden croaking of the frogs,
Even the crackling of fireworks in the sky,
Reminds me of you, as time goes by.