Memories

I saw this scooter lying right out in the open during my last Konkan visit. The scooter immediately caught my attention, the colour in contrast to its surroundings. It was standing there as if it was holding on to its rightful place but everything around it had moved on. It was one forgotten piece left behind by someone. It reminded me of the memories we try to leave behind but that memory is so stubborn that it tries to stand the test of time. I had once written a short poem about this one memory which kept resurfacing in my life, sharing it here.

Memories…..

Memories are strange things

They creep in whenever they want to

Uninvited and unwanted

They have a mind of their own

They sneak in wherever they find a tidbit of space

They catch you unaware

They put you in an awkward situation

They make you long for something

which you can’t long for

They make you want to run back into the past

They sometimes put a smile on your face

And sometimes make you sad

They have a unique way of popping up

Sometimes in the form of a familiar fragrance

Sometimes in the form of a familiar word

And sometimes a beautiful feeling

Memories are strange things

They always leave you longing for more

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