Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Connecting dots



Propelled to 
Another time

Sparked off

By a sound
The song
Played 
In the background

Stirred up
Shadows
Digging up 
Old photos 

A whiff of perfume
Sends 
My memories
In fume

Swallowing
Moments past
Each time 
I taste that pie

Another pats me
The same way
Calling to mind
What you used to say;

Some things
Become off limits
Affluent in 
Stories 
Spots in the 
Ordinary
Transformed
Into 
A minefield

Memories have
A way to kill
The present day
Dragged downhill

Then at times
I wonder
Why things I love
Are marred

Not everywhere
You left a mark
It is I that 
Allowed you 
To linger
In my light 

Connecting dots
When there are none
Connecting dots
That do not belong

I cease to be
Far-fetched
Some settings
Are not affixed

Here I am
Once again
In front of
The same same

But I beam 

For the best
Way to get rid of
Memories
Is to create 
New ones

That only I
Get to freeze. 




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