Everyone has a past, some broken beyond repair and some beautiful like a blooming lotus. Situation doesn’t make a man who he is. Experience doesn’t make a man who he is. It’s the memory of it all that makes him who he is.
Here’s a gentle peek into my memories, my mid night thoughts and mid day dreams, my life from how I see it each day.
So what am I now? A confused soul? A delusional idiot?
Like a paper boat
On a still pond
The slightest touch
Causing the scariest ripple
And my heart goes numb.
Like a heavenly oasis
In a scorching desert
Thoughts of you
Making a masterpiece
Out of my lifeless poems.
Memories are untold dreams
Memories are imagined situations
Memories are learnt lessons
Memories are boundless happiness
Memories are bottomless sorrows
Memories are living souls
Dwelling in lifeless wraiths.
The above is a work of fiction pretty much close to what the author experiences everyday in his life. No part of it has been reproduced from anywhere.