To Flavor My Memories Poem by Piyush Dey

I culled all the seven colors
in the weave of your dreams
and arranged them
on the seven notes of melody.

a few notes of laughter
a few notes of grief-
cast-off shadows of your eyes
I have stolen to flavor my memories.

It is the little things that carve
a big chunk of memory
I haven't forgotten even
a fraction of a second spent with you
i have been born again and again
to be with you

I have always populated
my loneliness with your thoughts
amused my innocent heart-
and at times, when i fell asleep
dreams of you called out to me
and woke me up.

And when the nights were estranged
I placated them for you
and ushered in dulcet mornings-
even without you, i kept lighting
lamps along the passage you would
come by.