To unnamed love - reprise

Where do they find refuge today, your lips

Where do they rest? Who do they seek?

Who do they obey?

They have recollections for sure

Of time spent within four walls which bear testimony

To agony, ecstasy, pain, tears, fears, skin, sweat, dreams… love.

Too late you say,

But memories remain.

Memories which are tattooed on our lips..


Image Courtesy : Debjani Roy