The Fossil | Sana Rose

There’s a folded, wrinkled paper
in my tattered purse.
A mosaic of white with blue ink blots
and yellowish stains.
Torn from the middle of a notebook,
hastily written over.
A butterfly with two hearts for wings
adorn a corner of the page.
“Amor vincit omnia,” says your
mediocre handwriting.

But I loved the mediocrity –
all that the worn little letter held.
Your voice, my eyes.
Your smile, my tears.
Your words, my hope.
Your touch, my dreams.

Long back, you had time
to convince me
of the possibilities ahead.
Today, I’m there,
we are there,
yet I find myself keeping the note,  
slipping back into the intoxication
of beginnings…

From time to time,
twisting time back seems
like a great idea.
I could turn back time until
just before
the first
kiss,
just to feel the trembles
all over again,
just to feel the quiver in my lips,
just to revisit the need in your eyes,
just to hear that voice again,
from another time.

But for now,
I shall make do with
the fossil in my purse…

Indian Review | Authors | Sana Rose writes for Indian Review. Visit India’s leading online literature magazine to enjoy the best literature.

Indian Review | Literature and Poetry | Author | Sana Rose has been writing poetry and stories long before deciding to be a Homoeopathic physician. Her first poetry collection ‘The Torrent from My Soul: Poems of A Born Dreamer’ was published in 2011. Her poems have been published in The Sketchbook Journal, The Galway Review, Ithalukal (A Singapore-based ezine by Keralites) and in the international anthology ‘Breaking Silence – A Poetic Lifeline from Slavery to Love’ (2013). Her second poetry collection is being read by a publisher. She is also editing her first novel amidst writing poetry, practising Homoeopathy and motherhood. She lives in Calicut (Kerala), India.