We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
......
Nostalgia is a lighthouse
shining its light for new ships
Nostalgia enjoys what is,
no desire for things to change,
but ere long, Nostalgia watches
as the ships sail away
so Nostalgia waits
......
If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I’d memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
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Under the first rain's gentle embrace,
I sat at the gate, a smile on my face,
Inhaling the earth's sweet, familiar scent,
"Mitti ki khushboo," a cherished event.
Once, I'd envisioned us dancing in the rain,
Laughing and walking, free from all pain,
But today, as the raindrops fell from above,
I found solace in nature, in the absence of love.
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indigo evening
the lapis lazuli sea
lovely blue roses
sunshine bluebonnets
teal skies of happier days
megastar asters
ribbiting frogs, pond
nights on the town midnight blue
......
Long ago.
Riding
in the
car,
back seat.
Mom and
Dad
up front.
Long gone
now.
......
Nostalgia is a lighthouse
shining its light for new ships
Nostalgia enjoys what is,
no desire for things to change,
but ere long, Nostalgia watches
as the ships sail away
so Nostalgia waits
......
If you should forget about me
Remember the one
Who shook the bed with her feet
And wrote sonnets about you
Knowing she didn't have a chance
To be yr lover
I was the one who taught you about poetry
Who cried when Forrest Gump cried
and how I would watch it over and over
If you should forget about me
......
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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