Frames
The house in the corner
washed in golden light
of an autumnal sun.
A unit/place --- its distant memory
held in veined hands, comes alive
ready to tumble out of
the B&W photographs, getting
frayed on the sides.
Sepia memories
forever imprisoned
in that old snapshot
A relic
of a
pre-digital age, when shutterbugs
worked hard on their subjects.
The scene ethereal!
Green foliage around.
An Indian small town that boasted
a good tree-cover at that time.
Now,
echoes from a past
forever lost
except
for the grieving heart
searching for signs of a
scattered family in a dusty album
scooped out of a trunk
in an old folks’ house,
off the main street
of a busy Delhi.
