Photo Album
I took out my old photo album And revisited my childhood. Memories good and bad Happy and sad Came crashing down like the waterfalls. The pictures were black and white But it bore witness To all the colours in my life. The snapshot of myself cuddled in my mother's arms Exuded the peace that I felt then It made me crave that peace now. The smile on my face as my dad and me Played with gay abandon Made me long for that happiness. There was one of my grandparents Who are with us no more It made me miss them intensely. There were many such portraits That reminded me of incredible incidents I had forgotten or kept hidden in my mind. I took out my old photo album And revisited my childhood.