04 Thursday Feb 2016
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Memories, they peek at me
I brush off the abrasions they make,
as memories decided to make a come back.
What ifs took the center stage,
along with the memories hidden inside.
Unsteady heart, tearful eyes,
and evasive memories,
another night stolen,
as I shush those memories to sleep!
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well expressed.. ‘to shush memories to sleep’ – really nice!!
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It’s those hurtful memories that somehow comeback to haunt me rather than the happy one 😦 You have captured it perfectly through your poem. Good to read you after so long, Vinitha 🙂
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The abrasions memories make… Poignant. Loved it.
I’m visiting from the A-to-Z Challenge, though I’m not sure if you’re still participating (couldn’t find the badge anywhere)—but I hope you are. Would be lovely to have more poetry this April 🙂
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Beautiful. Memories bring gush of emotions and creativity to our pen.
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These what if’s ruin a lot.. Nice poem. 🙂
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Thanks Payal! 🙂
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Memories- some haunt us,some befriend with us, some inspire us with sweetness.Nicely worded.
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Yes, memories are like friends. Each one is different, some hurts, some soothes, some plays with us. 🙂 Thank you for taking time to read, Sarala.
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Some memories do make us think about the what ifs…Beautiful thought conveyed, Vinitha
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Sure they do, Naba! Thank you. 🙂
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Memories, good or bad, I believe are necessary for us. They keep us sane when the ride is unsteady. They keep us rooted. They keep us connected. What Ifs are a part and parcel of life. They help us learn. They make us evaluate. In short, a questioning mind is a sign of a healthy life. Lovely poem, Vineetha!
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True, memories are essential. Hurtful or peaceful, they sure impart a lesson much needed for us. I’m glad you liked my attempt, Rekha. Thank you. 🙂
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“What if” is a big part of our life. Some memories evoke this question. Nice piece of writing.
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True, Tarang. Welcome to my blog. Thank you. 🙂
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//as I shush those memories to sleep// so beautifully expressed and yet so touching. Speaks so much about heartaches.
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Happy to have you here, Raj! Thank you 🙂
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Lovely words to live by!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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Memories are something we can’t take control of, aren’t they? They come when uncalled for and lingers in our head for long. Nice poem!
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Yes, very true, Shalini! They pop in sometimes taking our focus away. Sometimes it is nice, sometimes not much. Thanks dear!
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