Walking down the rough streets of life
I am truly all alone,
With hopes of new dreams turning true,
Olden days are long bygone.
Pieces of scattered, distressed remembrance
Still reflect in my bruised mind,
I wish they don't ever return
And want them to stay behind.
When you make my heart bleed,
It causes unbearable pain,
I desperately want to run away
To start a new day again.
Leaving my trembling hand
You walked far far away,
I deny traversing in the past
And look for a new home to stay.
Whatever was dark yesterday,
Will change into luminous light again,
I want to live a life once more
And don't want to turn insane!
The fresh colours of rainbow
Will paint a vivid picture around me,
With laughter and joy intense
I‘ll jump with eternal glee!
Memories, O memories
Please don't come to my mind
Memories, O memories,
Will you please stay behind! !
Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri
Down to memory lane, a slight delight/much pain. Stupendous One.
Wow! Really sorrowful poem with excellent writhing skill. Whatever was dark yesterday Will change into luminous light again. I love these verses.Well done! ! ! ! !
WOW WOW WOW Memories may stay away but applause won't.........! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
balanced phrases, and symmetry makes the poem a pleasant read, though the subject is grey, all natural feelings about memories...in all languages, most often poets are often seen either chasing, tracing or escaping the memories...like you are apostrophising in the end! ! !
Whatever they make us feel, however they hurt or make us tear they always are the most valuable things, people desert our lives, things change and will find an end only thing that stay there are the memories, what a wonderful poem thank you for sharing it, have a blissful day now and always!
Thank you for knocking on my door Indranil. This is so beautifully written I will read more.
memories haunts us, memories makes us happy, memories makes us sad. A different outlook. Good work.
memories.. some times we cherish, sometimes we want to forget.. a person can have different feelings..a person who had tough times in the past learn from it and wants to dive into the positive world, seeking to forget bad times. or may still remember them as a lesson. The cry to forget the tough memories is beautifully expressed here. great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poetic phase is there to make the best out of you. Your memories are just like passing clouds and the brilliant phase of silver line may soon descend over you.You know Mr Bhaduri, as the metal remains in the fire for longer, it gets better purified itself and becomes more precious. As you feel a trauma over the past, you redeem yourself from the clutches of sensitivity that spells a doom in the long run. Go ahead speaking out your mind ahead too.