(Poem by Soumya)
Wrinkles - do I require as I acquire or is it deserved more than desired
Wrinkled faces -
one cannot avoid
Though the plastic surgeon try with a smile and says otherwise
One cannot avoid, I repeat twice
Wrinkled face with pepper grey hair acquired with time
with passage of time both shine bright
Wrinkled hands and slowed pace
Define a granny or grandfather’s tale
Tales encompassing the length and breadth
Of a life lived and the time spent
Wrinkled body stooped ahead
Remembers the speed and the strength
The turns and twists
That the river took
Colouring the phases with colours of red blood or the curry cooked
Showing the passed by avenue or the locked avenue filled with dust and never touched
At every avenue, there was someone/something new
An exhausted mind and a tired heart
Remembers them all
It remembers the wrinkled relationships -
Though One desires a perfect relationship
No scratch or tear preferred by either
But one always remembers the imperfection
How kiddish if one desires perfection
A scratch, a dent, a bulge, et. al are a badge for forever
A wrinkled (crumbled) sheet brings two together
The passage of time leave wrinkles on sheets -
One frowns upon
And look down upon
In that rat race
One makes time to iron the creases
To make it perfect straight and stiff
But When life/ relationship nears the end
One desires to preserve
Those memories,
That smell
That shape
That hug
And preserves those memories of wrinkled sheet and wrinkled face
And that is the day wrinkles show perfection
Of the lines which deepens
with a smile or a cry.
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