Memories! Comments

I burry bitter memories evey midnight... beautiful approach to life

thanks dear Geetha for reading and commenting on my poems I appreciate you so much love and happiness always heather happy writing

wow, it was a wonderful read. so simply and thoughtfully written. nice write.

why do I hang on to the past so deep why can't I see myself in the mirror memories are to be cherished forever

Great write of one who has been shackled to the past of bitter memories. The past is buried and gone but the present is here to be lived. This poem inspire one to live in the present and not sit in the rocking chair of the past. Enjoyed it.

when we walk to the shore of love and dreaming for lovely soul of this nature... Bitter Memories were to be buried alive Though they were of dead past I buried it everyday at midnight But the very next sunrise I carried it alive with me.

beautifully written, dear poetess... Sweet memories like the sunshine if no shine it become dark and it seems bitter ........... but truly you realize all

How very true. It is indeed very difficult to get rid of the bitter memories howsoever we may wish so. Beautifully written.

A high degree of personal involvement into the craft of this poem makes it a remarkable write from you Geetha. What that makes life is our futile attempts to forget the past and dive deep into an unknown future in search of a resort made of marbles and bubbles clustered..... A good poem that demands a 10 from me..

Rightly said. The past entangles with the present and sullies it. Loved the poem thoroughly.

So true. I do this too. Hanging on to the moth eaten fragile dead past.....hopelessness is all that it breeds. Beautifully penned.loved it

Bitter memories keep haunting till some happy moments keep erasing them ever so slowly. Beautiful poem with great expression. Thank you.

make me realize where these past have left me in present? one must realize well crafted most of us suffered or will suffer take a preventive measure Thank you Geetha

Bitter Memories were to be buried alive Though they were of dead past I buried it everyday at midnight But the very next sunrise I carried it alive with me. Though we bury them deep down, sometimes they resurrect giving us pain and wetting our eyes! A poem of remarkable beauty Geetha!

So beautifully written Geetha. I believe to move it is about planning new things, friendships, helping others and remembering that our journey here is only short. x

Bitter- sweet memories of past pushing us to live in present...........Geetha...........very nicely composed

Nice! Just see...you are in present.