Memories are what they are - the witnesses of our past!
Exclusively tenanted are our minds
By memories fond and bitter entwined
Packed, stashed in unmarked shelves
Random flashes with impunity dwell.
Moments well spent do intermingle
As with the ugly ones they jostle
Happy times store memories mellow
While sad ones our minds lay fallow.
Traffic’s erratic down this lane
As memories hurtle around in a maze
Patterns are often hard to detect
As our attention they do deflect.
Mother’s lap and dad’s shoulder
Siblings’ quarrels and surrender
Morning race with satchel to school
Fun and play, to serious drills move.
Life moves to mundane planes
As childhood friends do fade away
Work and family taking centre stage
Even while social tasks hold sway.
Of silent love and sleepless nights
Or the anguish of all our plights
Shattered trust and dreams do speak
Eloquently on life’s trough and peak.
Some of them do solace provide
As memories among them divide
A fateful life and silent soul
Events of life, in silence toll.