Losing Memory! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

my green hours are dropping
silently at night
when the sun sets
and nights grip the beds
during my sleeping hours
dawns knock me up
with a chunck of my past
erased, wiped and deleted
and I am still young I hope! ! ! ! ! !

like the Autumn leaves
all dry and insipid
swept by the storm spells
my passions fail to attach
to those emotional images
that caressed me all along
now, I watch them walk bleakly
blankly I look at the scenes passing
one by one, I peep into them
Oh no, no Revelations
I could not identify the person there
I could not sense why she is so tense
and sounding so hot and bubbling intense
I could only watch and watch
no whispers could erupt from my silly lips
I stone stare the pictures that silkly skips
I am now cured of human in things, I quip

Those figures I know, I know,
but why the girl in the picture
whose face resembles me indeed
dances and giggles
for things I am now least interested
You see, I remember her
she was with me, when I was in those stupid years
my life she took up with her living agonies
but I have lost all clues
to her manifesting dramas
her amazing profusive displays

I have lost my Memory
I have lost my Memory! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !