Don't ever depend on memories
to thrive or move on in this
exacting exercise that is life.
They are bound to let one down
for they are like lines in water.
A bundle of lies that like a canker
gouges out life, but unknowingly
we nurture them with the false hope
that they will stand with us when
we need a past to justify present.
Delink from the past and its
hoary and horrific images and
connect with the moment that is,
dilute the seemingly thick and
gluttonous past and float in freedom
Purge the memories and make
the being a clean slate and
let this moment be a celebration
of overwhelming transience.
Move over memories,
be in trance of the transient now.
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Yesterday is history and memories are related with it; tomorrow is mystery and hopes reside with that while today is the gift and is called present calls for making the optimum use of it. Thanks for sharing this thought provoking and meaningful poem.10 points.