Did you take your name after – paradox?
You let us smile, and you let us cry.
Sometimes you still smile;
But rarely do I see u in tears.
Isn’t this unfair?
May be, that’s why people regard you as memories—
For some being the most cherished;
And for others, a mere passing cloud.
But there are times you still remind us –
The lush history, we totally forgot.
In that case, are you a magical mirror then?
To show me, the dreams of my past;
And the painful remains of the present.
You should be my friend, I guess;
Because, no one else – except you,
Knew what I had in my heart.
Are you what people call – a time machine?
Since you let us go to the past.
But you also forbid us to hook in there.
No more dilemmas! Because –
We only exhaust to find out who you are;
We’ll never find and you will never rest.
You must be the byword of hope.
For you never tire to save our present for future.
this poetry made me cry some old memories flushing out like demons great choice of words
A heart touching poem, I can't help feeling cold from some bitter memory of the past. Thanks for sharing.
.....your poem conveys the meaning of photograph nicely...excellent write! ★
Nice job! This is exactly the reason why I don't like taking photos sometimes. Memories are bittersweet. Kudos!
A nice poetic imagination, Nanthinii. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
re you a magical mirror then? To show me, the dreams of my past; And the painful remains of the present. You should be my friend, I guess; Because, no one else – except you, Knew what I had in my heart. Magical words of yours enliven the still dreams...keep the dream!
You must be our byword of hope For you never tire to save our present for future- -A marvelous poem portraying our memories as our store house of endless hopes.- - - - - - - - - 10
Nicely written! Photograph works as time machine.It takes us back to past and makes us jump into future! A fantastic poem!
Nanthini.. Very well written. A photograph at the time of taking is often a small ignored event. But the same photograph, years later can be a most valuable thing magically taking you back to that day, bridging all those years. Very good imagination. Well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rare title and really different. A photograph can speak volumes indeed. It can take you through years in a flash. It does hold a lot of memories and we most often we look at them when we want to remember.. You have so nicely put these lines. Because, no one else – except you, Knew what I had in my heart. You are a great writer. Thank you for inviting me. else i might have skipped reading this beautiful poem.