The windy day
Brings about nonchalant feelings
Scooping the memories
Buried long long ago.
Once trounced by time
I keep wondering
Since the day, I left behind.
As usual in my mind
For memories do not die
They keep us living, and dying.
Memories come and go
In pain and in pleasure
Leaving me swaying alone.
May be the best of all days
Yet every memory holds a special place
In that place, where I cherish my life dearly.
Memories surely brings about tears of joy and sadness
Tears that count the saddest part
Tears that count the joyous part
In the life that once I breathed in the past.
Let it be the best of memories
Garnered with beautiful relationship
To accompany me eternally.
'For memories do not die
ReplyDeleteThey keep us living, and dying.'...one can read a lot into this line. Memories are of the past though - I like walking in the present. :)
"Mysteries remain
ReplyDeleteAs usual in my mind
For memories do not die
They keep us living, and dying" -beautiful and powerful lines.
Thank you for saring.
There does seem to be a link, at least to me, between the wind and memories. Nice poem, thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDelete"Memories come and go
ReplyDeleteIn pain and in pleasure"
Very true words ;-)
Thank you Janice...you are right buddy. But, the at times the mind succumb to the past without us realizing it.
ReplyDeleteYeah Venus...memories do not die and not that easy to wipe off. Thank you for the comment.
Sage, are you a real sage? :).You are right Sage, there is definitely a link between the wind and memories. In fact we are in a complete network with nature all the time. Thank you for enjoying the piece.
Hi Stacey..memories, especially good ones are the priceless possession one may have. For many, good memories drive them through life, while painful memories help them to walk through experience. Thank you.