The jhumkas you once gave me still rest in my drawer.

Time has stripped them or their shine rust clings where. sparkle used to be.

I could wear them still, perhaps..

but they no longer catch the light

the way they used to.

Some would say they’re useless now,

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Forgotten trinkets of a past long gone.

And yet, I can’t bring myself to throw them away.

I wonder if my heart holds you the way

I hold them – gently, out of habit, out of memory.

Maybe what once sparked now simply

stays- familiar, quiet and worn.