Memory

Many are the faces blown away in the wind

Like the dry leaves that kiss the earth in vain

In time in the deepest timeless remoteness in the universe

All the synchronization of familiar faces melts unto obscurity.

Slipping through my memory, bridging the time

Acquaintances vanish between the thoughts

 I ask if this is, a play destiny has in place for me

Or is it just simply becoming another of nature’s symphony?

I let one by one the faces long forgotten to appear again

I let one by one the names long forgotten to rise again

Squeezing my brain harder that it copes within the skull

I remember either the names or the faces only.

I am aware; The capacity of the incapacitated memory at challenge I propose

To bring an inkling of forgetfulness unto existence

Enigmatically enshrined inside my mind is the memory

May long be dead, the root is still dividing the conscience.

My mind prevaricates flimsiness to avoid procuring pains hidden

In realization, I moved solemnly cautioning my conscience

Lest the pain unto the core of my heart buries everything again

And, all that which empowers joy and peace are confiscated.

Reverentially the challenges I try to accomplish

But what becomes of memory dormant for decades

Not easily awaken by challenges alone

Because the shadows, the thorns and the rocks

Along the pathway of life keeps the secrets in trap.

Faces long gone and names unscripted in decades

Wishes of goodbye, greetings of the days gone by

One day shall invoke the irrevocable memories.

For reasons unknown

Many are the faces blown away in the winds

of forgetfulness.

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