Old Picture On The Wall

I kept staring at the fading handprint

On the shiny coffee table

After she left me

I put my hand of longing over it

Feeling it elusively cold and slippery

Like memories of our togetherness

I never knew life needed a reason to be alive

Feeling empty inside like the eyes of a dead man

I crawled back to home

Dragging myself like an injured soldier

After losing a long meaningless war

Broken dreams are like an old picture on the wall

You admire it so much till you hate it there

It gathers dust of time

More than anything else in the room

You can’t clean it without feeling sad

Because pictures create a painful illusion

That time can be frozen

Into an everlasting image

When the reality is

Pictures only get old

They don’t lose memories like we do

Walking across my room like a stranger

I look out of the window

To the dark starry night

And wonder

If universe is one giant living organism

How does it remember us – You and I?

Does it remember how much we loved each other?