Promises

Those slight looks of love..
those specious words of love
which spoiled me forever
those spurious promises, oh dear
astounds me , hushes me
how deceptive you were
like that deciduous season
seemingly a spring
for , my folly i waited
for those hilarious moments of togetherness
and now i quashes those
prosaic marks of you from
my memory pages, which can
rejuvenate me forever
and i can see cluster of leaves
in the middlest autumn....