Memories Poem by Deep Paul
Memories
Sitting alone in my ill lit room
I was pondering over my crazy thoughts
Everything around felt null and void
Except the distant growling of a hungry street dog.
It made me think of something
Something, I had forgotten a long way back
Memories came flooding into my mind
Suddenly! everything around brightened up.
Memories! Oh some are sweet, some bitter
And some are of a blunt taste no man can ever define
Slowly, poking in to the dusty cellars of past
I tried to figure it out and savor its taste
I swear that I had got it right
Now, This was it! memories of my lost dear ones
There arose memories with ugly scars on their beautiful faces
That were buried somewhere in the dark pit of the past.
It seemed once they were fatal wounds that needed suture
But truly! Nothing is fatal for old memories
And they neither have death nor burial
They remain forever, etched in the bottom of the heart
Again loneliness began to conquer my thoughts
And I sat brooding over painful memories
May be the wounds of past can be healed
But what can we do to those scars that remain!
A cool breeze shattered my chain of thoughts
And I was alone, in my cold shabby room
Well, to stop my wandering thoughts, I kept on muttering myself
"Reopening old wounds are painful as well as useless! "
Beautiful yet painful write. Memories tends to be sweet and sour. It depends on what we want to open up. Brooding over the wounds of past is not going to help but always look up each day as fresh day to begin with. Keep writing.
A poignant bit of verse written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Deep.
(cont.) ...to MyPoemList, and i plan to borrow the poem to go into my soon-to-be-announced-to-PH-'friends' June 2018 showcase. i see that some of my 'friends' have already commented on this poem. my usually-monthly showcases have titles which always include the month and year. showcases are treated by PH as a single poem by me, and they appear in my list of PH poems, BUT authors are always named with their poems. if you have questions, please ask me. thanks. bri :)
a favorite line: And some are of a blunt taste no man can ever define ...AND They remain forever, etched in the bottom of the heart..OVERALL i enjoyed the poem, except i'll suggest that in the following line you change are to is: Reopening old wounds are painful as well as useless! . (continued) ..
A poignant but beautifully penned poem. Memories haunts us for the rest of our life. Well penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Write comment. Great start, Deep. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks