The scrap

 

A taterred book

Unbound brittle pages

When one is turned over

The edge comes off in hand

While the residual piece remains

Unmoved from the scrap

A few wrappers of candy

So well devoured that these

Were preserved as souvenir 

A brown twig of dried flower

Kept with prayers and an unsaid vow

An embarrassing result of exam

Forsaken to a forgettable nook

A few cassettes that lightened the soul

Brightened the eye and thumped the heart

Some photographs colored in black and white

When we could pose only once for a click

A half full bottle of treasured perfume

And the vibrant wrapper with tag

The indelible name read a million times

Confessions and diaries of innocence 

Flushed with regrets of a lesser sin

The timeless mystery of cached days

Unearthed by the seasoned self

That finds ways to prove virtue

Even amidst deliberate measures of vice

What treasures we have garnered till now

Having discarded that last specks of scrap?

Delhi 

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