Is This What You See When You Think of Me?


Indian ink on Cotton Rag paper, 42 x 29 cm

What do you feel when you think of me?

Do all the bad memories come first?

Does your heart freeze?

Whatever you may remember

In that head of yours

Know that I gave you everything that I had

I was just a reflection of my surroundings

I hope when you think of me

You find a little good

Hanging there on a string

Deep in your heart.

Every time the night falls down,

Do you wonder what I’m doing now

Do you think of me?

Our love was too strong to be forgotten.

At least for me…

In the end, it was end game for us

We both knew it


Is This What You See When You Think Of Me?