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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Residues



They lurk like dark shadows,
in places no one will find.
Deep within your soul,
in the crevices of your mind.

They are marred memories
and injured thoughts
that ail your heart
like little blood clots.

A familiar face
you should never have known.
Bitter words,
a sarcastic tone.

Repressed feelings,
you couldn't express
So much stuff,
you were afraid to confess.

Misdeeds and mistakes,
they plague us all.
Remember the flight
before the fall?

Dreams and desires,
they turned to mist.
For life's not a movie,
there's no third act twist.

A trove of memories
you long left behind.
Still so sharp,
when your head hits rewinds

Who are those people,
the ones you laughed with?
Were they truly friends,
or some construed myth?

Is that you,
in the fading old picture?
Funny how it's got
its own strange allure

What's it about the past
that always draws you in?
In the battle to forget,
why don't you ever win?

Indeed they stand the test of time,
like scandalous bits of news
They are insurmountable,
these clingy little residues.

1 scribbles scribbled back to me:

Saru Singhal said...

What a brilliant poem!

Loved the lines where you wrote about old fading picture. You are an awesome poet!