Prena Poetry

my only fear is ‘what if i am the only one who remembers?’ what if in the next two or three decades the people i loved no longer remembers what i even look like? will i be able to hold all the memories people like them discard on a road side gutter to a better life? i don’t know, maybe i am yet to see and learn from this misery in my chest.

i will keep flowing like a rivulet, maybe someday i will meet the mouth of the ocean and become a part of it. but until then, i am so certain, i will be carrying every bit of love, remorse and remembrance in me. till my death, i know, i will forever keep loving every form of memories people leave in me.

i hold onto sentiments for too long. that even when someone won’t remember my name or my face, i will remember the warmth of their finger tips and every details of their mind. this is my only power and my only curse.

picture taken at kandy tooth temple.