My Inbox Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

My Inbox

Rating: 5.0


I write in there
On the page small and big
I attach smileys and pictures
On my cell phone
In my mail box

I go through the much awaited events
Planned in urgency
With dates and time
Many worries are coded in those words
Much happiness
Impatience

Now after deleting lots of them
And also the sent ones
Some drafts too
As more important and mundane messages
Reappear
Much faster

My space is too small to keep all
Like all memories that pass by
I want to keep them
Some with love and others with chagrin
Some with happiness and others with remorse
Some catchy phrases from my heart
Some made up jokes

It gives me pain to delete them
But I have no choice
I don’t either want them retained
That equally gives me pain
I want to live those events again
Some new ones too

I see every thing growing
Passing by my side
Like riding a train
Seeing outside the window
In fast speed
8/12/2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 25 December 2009

Some things we must let go. Out with the old, and in with the new. But, thankfully, everything old is new again. A great poem. 10

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Ejaz Khan 08 December 2009

Life moves fast and requires of us to adjust to its rhythm, our memory chips aren't enough to retain all memories, so it's best to let go that what has served its purpose, a wonderful poem and metaphores! 10

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Kesav Easwaran 08 December 2009

...'every thing growing Passing'.... that's life in brief...we ought to say bye to many things that are dear to our heart to accomodate things newer! the space/matter/time combination need to remain in equilibrium all times... well written truth searching poem...10

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