Forgetting Is An Art Poem by Swachhanda Saarthak

Forgeting is an impossible art,
It is a paradox.
More you try to master it,
more memories you collect!

People come, they cheer for you, they share your dreams.
But in your loneliness, when you weep, when your pillow gets wet,
no warm arms embrace you!

You open old diary of yours, faces are there, still smiling.
You listen to old song's melody, still its music pinches your heart!

You were everywhere, you ruled your life, you owned your dreams.
Those where the days, in your strength, you pulled down other's black cloud!

Nothing but, sheer pain it renders.
You are mystified with which eyes world watches you, with which ears
listen to you!

Now that you got to forget, forget yourself & yours.
You hold on & are eager to treasure something precious,
because, Ecstatic, it is the joy of having owned, having preserved!

Yeah, my friend, Forgeting is an impossible art,
It is a paradox.
More you try to master it,
more memories you collect!