Memories
Like every year suddenly it is
now an evening of winter , yes ;
Diwali is tomorrow ,
or the day after .
The red ball of sun setting low
between two apartment buildings
is like a memory , or even
memorabilia of other people,
or like in an old film .
So many lifetimes get spent
in one life .
Memories held at bay , foreign
like a disease , can gang up
and corner you , smash everything;
or can surround you softly
like sounds of maids working
and singing their eternal songs
– bells pealing with old meanings;
or ripple like laughter of children
playing in a park like early spirits ,
and take off wheeling to the city
skies like migrating birds ;
or,finally, they keep boring down
deeper like conscience , ageing ,
abandoned waters , history .
Memories are what
one comes here for :
This is a creation by memories
mirrored ,
and mirroring .
Seem to be drowning back in to the past. Look up from the rear view mirror....
ReplyDeleteRich,resonant and majestically poetic, despite the discordant note about Diwali etc. What is the stuff called Dewali any way, i cant understand! Festival of light, victory of good over evil or just bloody plain money pooja, in religious garbs!
ReplyDeleteHello am back again. Lots of interesting stuff here and a lot of bile. We seem to be anxious about the world today. is it really that bad as that. As bad as it never has been or is it that the core has been always like that. It is good to wonder if the disparity in feudalism would have been lesser than capitalism. Or is it that the survival possibilities would be higher. systems and their corroded forms need to be examined together but also analyses separately.
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