By Sneha Josvita Dsouza
Words spoken, unfiltered and careless,
Falling from callous lips, like piping hot coffee
dripping down one’s front; scalding, cutting deep, scarring:
echoing coffee stains on dog-eared pages
of books read long ago, and forgotten;
wherein old memories come forth in waves,
the smell of familiar comfort, promptly awakened
oozing through every pore: untamed and unrestrained;
its wild force, a resurgence of unparalleled magnitude,
breaking through self-imposed isolation,
bare hands beckoning, guiding: towards hope, pristine and all cascading;
acknowledging the old, embracing the new:
charging into life, untainted and true.
By Sneha Josvita Dsouza
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