Memories remain and often becomes part of our identity. Here’s a poem by Durgesh, for Different Truths, where he takes the ‘voyage within’ to emerge enriched.
A Lotus blooms
on the sediment of memories.
An old man is the real owner
of those golden stories.
By remembering those glimpse
he goes in past.
Where –
He laughs.
He weeps.
He plays.
He runs fast.
With each wrinkles
of upcoming waves of time.
We’ll too reach there
with melodious rhyme.
But a soreness among inner peace
which we’ve felt.
A shiver silence
which can’t be melt.
A gust of wind
changes the direction of our thought.
Though, the sensibility among us exist.
Yet, our attitude of viewing the life is rot.
Here, I would like
to stop my muse.
Let’s decide, which the path
you need to choose.
Till then, take care
of those soft petals red.
Otherwise,
it may soon fade.
Picture design Anumita Roy
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