The Invincible Past Poem by Karanvir Gupta

the other day while I was passing by
the vendor selling the ice-balls,
multi-coloured, varied shapes
half dropping and half in,
just the way you have been.
while I was trying to recollect you,
you came all way knocking down
over my memories' lane.
all engrossed, all so in depth
just as the ice-ball is half melt
so are you there, almost gone
left are the colours of you
like the ones, ice-balls leave on the clothes worn
such are the impressions imprinted
and so are the events that happened
which have left behind a trail of lessons
some gave me the reason to smile
and some give me an excuse to cry
but neither of them I repent on,
some made me wiser than before
some asked me to care less
out of all those "learning moments", I grow
still time and again, you keep hitting me
for some lesson I am forgetting, I don't know.
But today what I am,
when standing firm aplomb
with each passing day of My Present
turning into that ice-ball past
I take a bow and say
I owe to you a lot "My Invincible Past".