Memory

Sometimes we find ourselves all alone

Sitting in a corner and looking at the floor,

Time flies by because it does not wait for anybody

And it always wants everybody to be happy.

Moments like these, when we revel in our solitude

Ennui overtakes us and memories flash by like a film reel,

Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad

In their remembrances, smiles compliment the tears rolling down our cheeks.

A life long forgotten revisits us

People come without a sound and leave noiselessly,

Situations long buried in the depths of our memories surfaces to the fore

The absence of somebody haunts like the echo of a gong-bell,

While others make their presence felt like butterflies flapping their wings.

Memory is the best author

Weaving together life’s situations in a seamless thread,

Memory is the best craftsman

Grafting together the disparate ends,

To produce the utmost beauty in the unthinkable

She brings to life our past, conditioning our present to shape the future.

She makes us smile, laugh, whine, cry

Envy, hate, empathize, and love.

In Her reside those cherished people and treasured moments,

The times when we spoke our first word

When we stumbled and fell to stand up again,

Our first crush and moments of being dumbfounded in front of that special someone,

When we entered college and ragged our future friends

When we scanned the notice boards to double-check our results,

When we panicked before every interview

When we received our first salary,

When our crush snowballed into love and resulted in marriage

The tears of joy in creating a new life,

Tending the buds to bloom into beautiful flowers.

Memories come, and memories go

Like situations and people do,

Knowing neither her origin nor her end

Like a river, flowing in her own harmony,

Like rail tracks, running parallel to our lives

Updating our life’s register regularly,

Turning today’s activity into yesterday’s memory.

She is all about living yesterday once more

But in a friction, bullet-shot of reality strikes,

And Her chandelier comes breaking down into fragments

We busy ourselves in today, hoping to revel again in solitude,

To cement these fragments and rebuild Her castle.