Old Diaries Poem by Konab Ghumman

Diaries like doors,
you open anytime and
reside in your past.
Old diaries bound you
go back to recall your past,
turning page as jumping
into another place,
word by word you feel,
imagine and remember
all streaming on screen of the mind.
your buddies, fun, smiles, jokes,
what's behind, what's ahead of behind.
Knowing all are gone
diaries safe all bitter and sweet moments.
Memories lies around as
you stand in middle of the circle.
But all this is
out of reach at the same time.
Opening the door and
the wind of past memories blew,
closing diaries like locked moment.





_konab ghumman