How shall you remember me?
In so much chaos, Imagine!
Imagine the stillness of a pond,
silent trees lining up beneath the blue sky
sheltering one another.
Close-in, a squirrel leaps over the barren land -
Withering leaves murmurs and jingles in thin air!
As if trees whisk their silence
and shelter.
The somnolent sun sets in over the pond
Violating, as it does everyday
the stillness of being.
How will I remember you?
How shall death reminisces life?
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Writing Thee
PoetryI search for a language to remember the time I left behind. The present is chaotic. And it is this chaos of everydayness that prompts us to romanticise the turbulent past as a still picture of perfection. It is this unending process of everyday exis...
