of memories

You want to know why
Unblinkingly i stare

When you walk into my room,
With that lithe animal grace
As you wipe your feet on my mat,
And bend down to untie your shoe lace,
And then lazily take your seat besides me
( just before you play with my hair)

Or When you talk your heart out,
About your starry eyed dreams and ideals,
(Ah, i feel so privileged!)
Or share your life's mundane fears

When you sip your beer
And break the simple bread,
Or When you look into the mirror
To pat your unruly hair,

As you dress to go away yet again,
And my time i bide,
Yes, I'm hoarding your million images
To keep me later occupied !