Memories Poem by AKELLA S. RATNAM

Mind is a receptacle of memories
Piled up disorderly like stars in the sky
To be rummaged in old-age.
Some bright,
Some fading,
Some sad and others humongously happier,
Some. vivid and vague,
Some haunting while others soothing,
And all the same unrelenting,
And unreasonable.
I wish I could lay my hands on
An occasional tool
To capture their aural vision,
Or to fix a thought.
But alas I could not,
Though the key was always with me.