Memories

Life itself is a conglomeration of reminiscences,
Engraved and chisled in our heart of hearts,
Pangs of nostalgic memories transcends the bygones,
And leaves the heart pining and longing for the lost.

Memories are neither forgettable nor unforgettable,
A breezy wind, a drizzly day, a blossomed orchard,
A sublime soul, a timely solace, a hearty charity,
Spark off our memories.

Some we are wanting to forget, for the pain it brings,
Some we are wanting to remember, for the pleasure it gives,
Some double our happiness to review our lives,
some send tremors in us and shatter our peace.

Memories never fade when they are intense
Cherisable when they are joyful,
Cradle us when they are melodious,
Enduring when they are adorable.

Memories are seasonal that withers and sprouts afresh,
Recollect in tranquility when they are poetic,
Never depart when they are calamitous,
Nourish when they are novel.

We journey heavily laden
With memories...
Crucified by remorse and penitence.
Living devoid of resurrection,
we crave for the redemptive power of love.