With the passage of Time
Things start to appear in defferent
Shades and Shadows.
Yet There remains
Some Things and A few People
With the same
Echo And Essence!
Memory is not only
What happened to us
It is also
What ought to have happened.
A man
Forgets
Nothing
Ever.
Our Desires
Move both ways
Mostly Towards our Past.
And Life
Is a Battleground
Memory Versus Desire.
My life shuttles between
Memory And Desire
One is Wounded
Other Bruised.
01 Nov.2011
SAMASTIPUR
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