A dusty album awaits me,

On a creaky table top,

Inside translucent folders-

Pictures of my clear self

Some pictures of my clear self,

Alone on a hermit stone

Enclosed within three waters

With an unbound smile on

Forgetting the age of the snap,

I try to swipe- left and right,

All I need are my fingers

To flip pages of memory

The light waves wash my strong feet,

My transient feet of past,

My core pure, brain curious,

One that I wish to be now

My dreams try to flip the pages

But my soul wants to stare,

I close the book past the last

Before I'm addicted to this drug

~Ajay

July 2017

A/N- Three waters refer to the place where the picture was taken, Kanyakumari, where the Arabian sea, Bay of Bengal and Indian ocean meet