They often creep in, intruding my thoughts,
Engulfing my mind with their very own melody;
Sparking their own rhythm, the familiar minstrel’s voice,
And leaving my vacancy filled with life’s rhapsody.
They string the harp of long forgotten memories,
Their petty arrows clash with mighty Oblivion.
And pull me out of long, disarming slumber
To as far as the times long lost could beckon.
My memories of times that silently went by,
Of memories that left behind an eternity in their wake.
My dreams, my hopes, the wishes of my life
And all that was dear to me for my very own sake.
The vision of friends frolicking with time,
Frivolous in nature, jocund together,
The partners of joys and sorrows and emotions unnamed,
Forever dear, they are friends forever.
The images they crowd me, engulf me,
Patting my eyelids with heavy summons close.
And then in silken robes visit me in my dreams,
Unwritten words fail it, so do poetry and prose.
Some are silent, quiet, like the black of the night,
They fill my senses with peace, with calmth.
Some are loud, merrily trumpeting past,
They leave behind their own noise, their warmth.
There’s a road I see, that leads to the destination
The place is there where I lived my lives.
There are the same notes flowing about the air,
The music we turned up, that music revives.
But no, these are visions, and visions are false
They are all but figments of imagination.
On them we look back, as if to reflect,
When we stop at the final destination.
The world now seems void of all earthliness
The places are in ruins, no one to roam.
The very places which we had coloured bright
Come back to us bedecked in sepia and chrome.
As if for sweet remembrance, on the sands of time,
We leave behind our footprints and look back dazed.
We hope the impressions would last forever,
But then one big wave comes and all are erased.
The memories of days that went by, of hours that flew past,
Of moments passing in effervescences.
These memories which I behold close to me
The memories which are my reminiscences.
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