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War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Distant memories lost in time,
I close my eyes and think of you.
Memories of the way we were,
Glaze my eyes, like morning dew.
You said to me that you will be there on that day
but when that day came then you were not there for me
So much love showered and so many promises were made
but nothing worked on my way because you had gone
Behind her doors, live a pool of joy.
Whiles smiles cover our face
A mist of confusion
Awaits at our gates
A year or two, and grey Euripides,
And Horace and a Lydia or so,
And Euclid and the brush of Angelo,
Darwin on man, Vergilius on bees,
THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
Mellow meadows, shimmering in summers heat,
dipping down the valley,
rolling down the steep
Youth is that fountain....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does die
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;
Crawled under the house to retrieve
something's that I had fogotten.
While I took them out, I sorted and found
that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.
Walking down the rough streets of life
I am truly all alone,
With hopes of new dreams turning true,
Olden days are long bygone.
As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Lovely shaped seashells
That are cone and nautilus
On the wide seaside
Like pieces of memories
Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
In the falling dusk
the heartbeat of memories
sounds above the panting breath
of invading silence
Immediately after a grandson and his grandma walked into the bookstore…the grandson walked up to me…a little bit bemused…and asked if I would help his grandma…he smiled saying…"She is a bit confused."
"Certainly! " I said without a moment's hesitation…then the grandson told me this story…as a way of explanation.
Her memories remind me of
Life giving morning cool breeze
Her memories remind me of
I remember Grandpa…when our family gathered at his house…as our joy and laughter filled the air…we would always find him smiling…sitting in his favorite chair.
I remember how he'd smile…listening to new stories…or stories we retold…when I was young I figured that's what Grandpas do when Grandpas get that old.
Relation between memories and loneliness is very strange.
Both are hand in hand always in life while alive
If there were no memories what would have happened to loneliness. Both are always co-traveler in life while alive
When alone memory comes like swing of waves
Memories are co-travelers when we are alone
RELATION WITH MEMORIES
The things we forget become the property of memory
Relation between memory and loneliness are very loving
How fascinating is our mind…how vast
for in it…all our memories are stored…
and no matter how many memories we've made
there's always room for more.
Have you ever wondered once a memory is made if anyone really knows
where that memory ends up…where that memory goes?
Does it flow into our brain?Is that where memories start?
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