We all flash back on our lives, at one time or the other...
Flash Backs of Life
We'll all flash back one day,
And look back upon our lives:
As movies flashing in front of our eyes,
As if it happened to some one else,
Especially the time well spent.
While time regretted, always stays,
The time cherished tends to slip away
from the treasure house of memory.
Isn't it strange my friend?
We are affected by the saddest part,
While happy part of our lives,
Just becomes a dream...
And sometimes we deliberately push
Some thoughts away from our minds
Bury them deep in to the furrows
And recesses of our memory
And try to remember only the
Pleasant and the memorable parts
(Of various experiences of life)
To save ourselves the suffering and
Torture of remembering the
Unhappy and unpleasant past...
But those very memories
Tend to remain at the back of our minds,
And have a way of popping up-
Like live images on the screen-
Just when we least of all want to
Be bothered by their onslaught;
But we find ourselves helpless
In front of their persistent assault
On our senses and our thoughts...
It is at such times that we
Wish our memories would fail us
And save us the torment of
Agonizing days, sleepless nights...
But,
Memories have a mind quite their own...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Conceived: 23.10.2006 11:01 PM
Developed: 4.10.2008 5:28 AM
Image: Lower Antelope Canyon, Navajo River, Grand Canyon, California
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2009-03-14 at 13:12
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