photoframes.

two picture frames sit silently side by side.
moments of rare immutable joy, frozen in time, gaze curiously up at me.
both of them bringing back nauseating waves of timeless memories.

one beckons from ages past, of two young boys, barely 7.
best friends.
smitten together by boyish mischief and their thirst for adventure.
but it is more than just an old picture.
this old picture encapsulates childish innocence,
carelessness, purity..

all long gone.

oh how we used to dream of the day when we would be free of curfews,
free of naggy mothers (will we ever?).. how we longed to be free.

and then one day we were free. or so we thought..

in a hurry, we eagerly traded in our innocence, carelessness, purity

so that we could be adorned in garments of guilt,
to be knighted with the robes of worry,
to be crowned in sin..

a worthy trade indeed...

the other whispers from time unmemorable,
it seems a lifetime has passed since these photos were taken.

taken when life was a mystery, full of wonder and excitement,
daring me to unravel it's tapestry of colour.

now it seems i see through a veil of black and white,
and this little photo frame is the only thing left in colour.

such blazing colours..
that sometimes i find it necessary to hide it away,
before the ink smudges.