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 Memories.


I love you dear memory,

When did you get time,

To connect my feelings with my neurons,

In a gorgeous smile,

When i was so busy,

Forgetting some bad of you?

When I regained something of you,

You didn't flump on me..

You didn't try to hurt me..

We had a good process,

Of healing, I believe.

You made me recall,

My eyes became tired of wetting,

But for good.

So much of me,

Time, unsaid, unsent letters,

Was locked in you..

I went to catch all of them,

Like running in an endless field,

Catching dandelions, catching so so much of you..

Some emotions came unconsciously,

Some knobs I had to turn to see..

I forgot who I was for minutes,

Wishing it was hours and hours

I was pulled,

akin to pulling a string of yarn,

So many eyes, 

two lips singing,

Fears lost, once 

and I was found, once.

But it all happened only when my eyes were active, mood delightful. 

When the blackness comes to sit with me,

You are not pleasant,

You pinch,

You hurt,

You make me cry..

And I sit numb wait for,

Your attack..

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