A MEMORY FILE

Twenty thousand nights ago
Do you remember
One morning?
Silence pressing upon my ears
Heavy corrosive
Grey air like smoke
smoke without smell
Obscenely bright
Beacons
Whose house was it?
My grandmother's or yours?
When we stood at the window
Black granite so cold
And looked...
Buildings
Asleep
Black windows gaping
Hollow eyes
Mourning
The summer heat was close
Hugging us in its sweaty arms
Sucking the moisture
From our
Bodies
Big green and yellow
Flowers stuck to my skin
And you?
Holding hands
We saw...
The city
A ghost book
Laid out before us
Blue hills
Peeling
A drawing in the distance
So long ago
An image pressed
Dried leaves in a book
My mind
Your heart
Can we retrieve it?

Ayesha Thomas is 16 years old and from Mumbai, India. She loves to write, read, eat, sleep, dance, sing and generally live her crazy, unpredictable life on her own terms. Having fun all the way... she has been blogging for just over a year now at http://www.ayeshathom.blogspot.com. Please visit and give her your feedback, she would love to hear from you.