Wednesday, 8 February 2012

To forget

Days pass and become weeks, weeks become months, and the months will someday, give way and become a year. Many such years will also pass.

Pieces of you will fade, they will disappear from my memory. Some of them might already have. Or sometimes I wonder. Maybe they haven't. Maybe I have just locked them away, in a place unreachable, because I do not feel like seeing them, touching them, sifting through them.

No hate remains, and certainly, it isn't love. So that what remains - I wonder what it is?

Fragmented memories which lose color and become transparent. Fragmented feelings who have little clue of they mean.

But something does remain. Like a line set in stone after the river has dried up. Meaningless, irrelevant but it doesn't disappear. Seeking to speak but sealed in absolute silence.

It remains. It remains.








2 comments:

  1. Scars are the souvenirs you never lose, past is never far... :) mast hai. :)

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    1. :) oh we keep them in a safe place

      thank you.

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