Belated Best Wishes

Belated Best Wishes

Flowers pressed and dried in diaries
Diaries drying time for memories
Dusty revelations on high and dry shelves
And plucky peacock feather
Pressed in plastic album
Recalls butterfly days
Of designing fair game.

Those old arias
Those shallow trivia
Testing depths of waters
On erstwhile valentine's days
Musty smell of illegal romance
On the sly
The heartbreak and hunger
The good old fashioned cry
Holding silly sentimental plaques
Gifts of Godot
Who never came.
I am in love
Not with you
You
Or You
Troubadours of
Troubled times
But with those namesakes
And keepsakes
Don Quixote and Don Juan
Of Beefy  Byronic memoirs
Bereft of gory bloodletting
But tracking the traces
Of tears
Under resolute eye lashes.

Youthful Dulcineas
Dilly dallying
By the edge of borderline
Romances
Rallying their spirits
When the decanters run dry
But old music still
Softly woos and plays.

Must I insist,
Then.
For all of you Eves out there
Who bravely partook the fruit
Of knowledge,
Happy Valentine's Day?

(c) Amrita Valan 2017