Saturday, March 6, 2010

Clutching at straws

Fiddling with my imagination,
in this eerie silence,
my mind's swept away by memories,
memories that are the elixir of happiness,
and yet make me fearful,
for they are reminiscent of the fact,
that time draws its sword,
& cuts across everything that we wish to last a bit longer,
everything that we adore,
& we are left clutching at nothing,
nothing but memories,
memories of the times that we spent together,
memories that extract priceless pearls,
memories that awaken even an emotionless zombie!!

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