Memory Needle Poem by Janaki Nilmini

My mind is a plain white cloth
On which the memory needle often pricks
Sharp, bright, retentive and so forth
Occasionally it will also plays tricks
With its unlimited gigabytes
It can store a lifetime highlights
When it sees my unhappy signs
It'll stitch very gloomy designs
If I am in a very happy mood
It'll reminisce over unhealthy food
The problem with my memory needle
Is that, it has no boundaries.
It will prick me uninvited
Even when I am ill or tired
It's like the deep blue ocean
Very unpredictable; waiting for action
Pricks can be painful or blissful
Can even be hateful and shameful
But I like my fabric to be
As plain and clean as it can be
So I try very hard to train my mind
To ignore the needle, and be kind
As long as I don't get carried away
My memory needle cannot spoil my day