Wednesday 15 June 2016

Memory's nature!

There is something
About memories
That makes me
Restless
Very very restless.

They are
Hazy, entangled
Chaotic, useless
Yet,
Beautiful
Or
Beautifully painful.

Maybe it's the reason
Behind my scars
But,
At times it's
The healer
For my wounds too.

They don't make sense
They never really felt the need to
They've been there
Just like that
In some corner of my head
Which probably doesn't
Keep them safe
And
Maybe, that's why
They are vulnerable
All the time.

And just maybe, again
That is why they feel
The need to flash and pop
Whenever they feel insecure.
You can't ignore them
For they will snatch your
Attention, anyway.

They, the memories.

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