Ripples of Laughter
I never knew pains
of loving are itinerant
they don't come back
they hurt like a needle
but you don't wince in pain.
you only wince in love.
I never knew this because
they said love happens, forgotten
brushes aside all asinine memories
so best be forgotten, like the brushing
wind in summer memories, fruits of earth
of love. pain will heal
when the love of another
is seen through looking glasses,
no not a mirage but a sea with,
ripples of laughter.
call me then with your tattooed hand.
Ananya S Guha