Memories - Poem by Deep Paul
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! "
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