Sunday, January 16, 2011

Memories

It's a strange place, this world 
where all the happiness
ends up in don't-remind-me-of-that account.


When memories become pain
when good moments bring tears 
when love gets lost
when life becomes a punishment.


Great is the memory of heart,
greater even than that of brain
that it stores each moment
and shows it with impeccable clarity
even a million years late.


When occasions become I-miss-you days
when dreams become wish-you-were-here messages
when darkness becomes I-need-you time
when life becomes I-love-you gift.


Every moment leaves behind 
a different impression on heart.
Happiness becomes fake 
pain becomes the truth.


When each tragedy relates to you 
when each tear signifies valentine
when each helicopter means remembrance
when each star becomes paramour.


Let it go,
don't lose yourself,
this is it,
forget it.


When these words
cease to exist.


Memories become drugs
a necessity for survival,
light in a dark stable,
hope in a corpse.


I wish I could let it go
wish I could forget
but I know it's futile.


For memories are embedded deep
at par for even water to reach.


Everything fades away
with waves, with time
and the only things that do survive
are nothing but memories
that shape your life 
and shadow your each step
and make it hard to forget,
make it impossible for you to let it go.


Memories are bliss,
memories are curse,
and in the end,
memories are all that matter!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Hi, a nice composition!!

I believe that memories fade, but feelings remain...

One may forget what had happened but one would never forget how one felt!!

chaitanya kumar said...

superb,i like your poem so much.by reading those one can say that either u had fall in love or deeply understand the problems of life

Unknown said...

@anonymous, thank you and yes it is very true indeed. Feelings tend to leave fingerprints on our hearts so that we always remember what we felt at which instant, even though we might forget what happened.

@chaitanya,
thank you.
you are a keen observer. life is full of feelings but it's very important to preserve them. That's where memories come in.