What is there in
memories?
What is there in memories
Which come haunting like phantom?
Why does the PAST reverberate
Like a rippling echo in our heart?
Like the perfume from a jar,
Good moments eject into the delicate mind
And bad memories pong s deep.
Into the depth of past thoughts
As we delve ourselves
at times
Why are we smothered?
Or like visiting old friends
When we recall onto yesterday’s good day
Why do we whimper within?
Like an ensuing hollow shadow
Memories remain like a trail in our mind
And gradually when time passes,
Wane like a glowing candle—
So powerful and burring
Yet impermanence cast its shadow
Taking memories away from the mind.
If such is the reality,
Why do we burry memories in our heart
And suffer like they alive forever?
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