Memories Poem by Shruti Goswami

I make memories,
Like I make love
Yet the memories now,
Do not live in the old crevices of my heart,
Like a thousand doves,
Flying over misty seas,
While love percolates in silence.

And the memories chugging in
Unannounced,
Like fashion models making a statement
But my mind refuses to be a catwalk
For all those who dare to tread,
With the blush of Chanel or perfume no 5 on a perfectly made up face
The unavoidable reality,
The earning of the bread.

Making love strips off all that is fancy,
Fashionable,
The sweat and grime is all that matters in the end,
And you wake up naked, alone,
Friendless, to fend.

Life starts again,
In the blind alleys,
Cobble stoned pathways
And those dangerous alluring
Endless bends.