Moving On

Flowers on Facebook —

Violet, red, yellow, orange —

splashed a welcome

into a garden never visited

Then... they stopped

faded like the fragrance

of my childhood.

Time had put a halt

Long gone days —

curtains drawn

on past hurts,

past wrongs.

Only memories remain

of the love, the warmth

the friendship

that was sought…

The last song of an exotic bird called Nostalgia.

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and editor of Borderless Journal.