Treasure Island

cyclopseven Ram

(20 January 1965 / Malaysia)

Murderous memories


Those buried memories
Surges high in the wake of reverie,
Speaking to me with silent power
A whisper not, but
Stream of powerful memories.
The universe melts itself
When the soul merges with past thoughts
Leaving the footprints from the past
A firm footing to mark my trail within mind.
Days went by
Leaving the 'present' with me
Yet, all the ‘presents’ buried deep
Together with the memories
And none of these days
Stays with me.

Those buried memories
Surges high in the wake of reverie,
Speaking to me with silent power
I succumb often to all these memories,
Whether good or bad
They render a blow to my expansion.


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Submitted: Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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