Rusted Memories Poem by Ashok Suresh

Rusted Memories

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I have a little secret with me
All these smiles that you see
is what she did to me
I never thought God would devise
such a beautiful gift in disguise

I'll tell you the story of a boy
Once a part of his childhood memories
had a face that was blurred much
to see, one the boy chose not to believe
put in a corner and forgot

Memories didn't choose to forget him though
came back and stood before him
the memories was she
past a lifetime was he and long lost
sorry he forgot.

But the girl was just as alive as him
and that sweet face must have faded
and gods must have thought 'what a loser'
and someone told him that he knew her
still lost he replied 'no i don't'

the world must have gone sad that day
thinking what time does to people
but fate! good old fate was determined
and he traveled through a binary world
to reach the boy once more

a request was just all it took
to accept it, the boy never knew
was a world of smiles and
and a deep magic that rule all men
one of love and friendship

in thoughts, talks and replies
she made him feel all that he shut out
in those years of solitary coldness
and joy took a ride again
through the rough road in his heart

its no surprise the boy was me
and that beautiful faded face was you
but rusted memories cant come back
and all i tell you is this, it is never late
to make some more, so come and take my hand

Thursday, February 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem to my dear friend who I met after along time. We were childhood friends. She recognized me when we were in a tour but I didn't. I actually forgot all that happened in the childhood except her pet name. She didn't come to talk with me all through the tour, she was sad that I didn't recognize her. What happened next is in the poem. :)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 25 February 2016

its no surprise the boy was me and that beautiful faded face was you but rusted memories cant come back and all i tell you is this, it is never late to make some more, so come and take my hand.... hope of a new life and the request to forget the past and live a new life. thanky ou tony

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Ashok S 25 February 2016

thank you tony.

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