Memories Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Some memories are so deep that you never forget,
Like perfect carvings on shapely granite;
Thick layers of dust and mud indeed deposit
On lively, neat forms in course of ceaseless time;
Yet, you feel the endless beauty on all surfaces
In clean outlines rising up to stir your heart.

The memories sit in heart like its deeper heart,
Like deep roots that spread to vital nerve-centres
Where they stir passions and thoughts outside
The thick sheaths of time in intense forceful streams
In most unexpected moments of lonely contemplations
To catch my soul in long flames of pains or pleasures.

The fumes of memories condense on cool glass of my mind,
Thoughts blur, heart swells and eyes become indistinct,
The real world deliquesces to instate distant past in front;
I rise to supernal ethereal, world beyond time and space,
Where timeless vision dawns as intense glow of feelings
Which transport me out of the world's pains and sufferings.

The soft patches of memories on vast canvas of the past
Like hills and fields while seen on a flight,
In bare outlines with smokes of oblivion hanging on,
Blast in full from in front of my soul
In all spledours in which it struck me in past;
I relive the world which I thought interned in the past.

Everything is everywhere at all the times,
Even the past in here and the present and uncertain future
In fine dusts of memories suspended in mind,
That coalesce and surface from time to time,
Memories oft more deep and real than reality itself;
For, the memories rise from deep etches of the self and soul.

Memories are stable like Polaris in north sky
While realities change like twinkling stars;
No doubts or fears reach the lane of memories
That pierce layers of years like laser beam
And strike like lightening with splash of pure glow
From the past that slowly burns within since then.