Uninvited memories
It's still pouring heavily,
I sat on my window side cot
Head resting on a giant pillow-
The pillow who knows more secrets than any!
It's dark outside, the road lit by street lights,
I watched the rhythmic fall of rain drops,
Forming coalescent tiny ripples in the river...
The flies buzzing around the street light,
The short-lived beings dancing off their lives…
I, re-gurgitating uninvited flash of memories,
Incoherent random memories!
My eyes fill and tears roll,
I blame the self, allowing it to happen!
Still watch the rain with watery eyes...
Why does the past has to haunt so bad!
The more I feel recovered,
Just realise to dwell in the depths of past misery.
Philosophies and self-consolations go in vain,
Oh rain! My friend, through my
Mischiefs to stupidities to helplessness'…
I do cling to you for strength.
Hey, my self, gather courage,
Put on that smile,
Beat the rhythmic rain with your cacophony…
Let the uninvited rage of memories,
Be bashed up by the laughter...
Just pretend it, no one will ever know.
😍😍
ReplyDeleteMemories do come uninvited
ReplyDeleteYes, ironically they do...
DeleteMemories come uninvited for everyone, but you are gifted to put that situation into beautiful words
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