Glued back together ...

On a few crumpled pieces of paper

So many stories I had once written

Droplets of colours smeared on my palm

I had drawn entire universes with fragile fingers

There used to this fogged up mirror

In front of which ,I would make faces for hours

This old ,torn , dirty doll I had once  

He and I would fight and make-up so many times

The ink on those scattered pages has faded

The colours washed away under torrents of rain

The mirror also cracked , my doll died

But I have still glued them ,and kept them close

Soemtimes , puppets still dance in those musty pages

Peep into those cracks , and you can see old faces

My doll still gives a rare flash of his old smile

Memories glued back together ,they almost reunite at times

Reunite at times …