Past,
i saw you crossing roaring rivers and
climbing snow clad mountains,
taking long walks through prestine landscapes,
or loosing completely in ecstatic rain dances,
But,
when i sought you,
and after long last,
found you there,
where you were hiding in disguise,
like a refugee, whose passport was lost--
you were,
mostly eliminated,
like a map, eaten by hungry moths ,
vastly altered
by time, the great forger
hiding in my own attic,
drastically cut,
particularly at corners,
like a cake eaten by greedy cats,
totally sanitised,
clumsily cleaned,
shades of dark completely erased,
unknowing it's value, to create contrast
foolishly whitened,
throwing sense of aesthetics,
on the way side.
I can see frills attached without any rhyme or reason,
specifics, misinerpreted in many unwanted places,
dark lines of interference, criss crossed,
killing the pleasure of recollection.
And, what is the precious left over?
do i see anything significant at all?
your this avatar, i would have gladly
submitted to Herr Alzeimer's
what i see before mind's eye is delicately positioned,
ambiguity has taken active control, effectively of all details,
i stand aghast,
close my eyes
and try to answer
the question that arises:
"who exactly is this?
the memories reappearing as a ghost
to bring me back to senses,
and make me come in terms,
with what has passed for ever?"
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
Past,
i saw you crossing roaring rivers and
climbing snow clad mountains,
taking long walks through prestine landscapes,
or loosing completely in ecstatic rain dances,
But,
when i sought you,
and after long last,
found you there,
where you were hiding in disguise,
like a refugee, whose passport was lost--
you were,
mostly eliminated,
like a map, eaten by hungry moths ,
vastly altered
by time, the great forger
hiding in my own attic,
drastically cut,
particularly at corners,
like a cake eaten by greedy cats,
totally sanitised,
clumsily cleaned,
shades of dark completely erased,
unknowing it's value, to create contrast
foolishly whitened,
throwing sense of aesthetics,
on the way side.
I can see frills attached without any rhyme or reason,
specifics, misinerpreted in many unwanted places,
dark lines of interference, criss crossed,
killing the pleasure of recollection.
And, what is the precious left over?
do i see anything significant at all?
your this avatar, i would have gladly
submitted to Herr Alzeimer's
what i see before mind's eye is delicately positioned,
ambiguity has taken active control, effectively of all details,
i stand aghast,
close my eyes
and try to answer
the question that arises:
"who exactly is this?
the memories reappearing as a ghost
to bring me back to senses,
and make me come in terms,
with what has passed for ever?"
#
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