Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Memories

Some memories are like precious silverware. On a dull day you gently lift them out of their case, and relish the soft gleam of its polished surface as though for the first time. As your fingers caress the intricate carvings a song ease its way into your mind, and you put away the memories for another gloomy day.

Some others are shards of a once treasured dream shattered not so long ago. You had hastily cleaned up the mess, yet invisible to your eyes countless sharp shards remain to pierce your flesh with fresh pain.

And then there are those that thrive in the region just beneath your consciousness. Without any apparent reason a long forgotten picture is thrown into your mind, and you see it wholly for the first time and grasp it, only too late. An ember pours out its brilliant gold and fades instantly, and within you someone stands holding a fistful of grey ash, hands singed.

7 comments:

Dr. Nazli said...

how well you write! :-)

cheers,

Reshma said...

you are kind Nazli , thanks for visiting:)

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

Lovely. Hope to read more of your writing!

red said...

yahan pe bhi red red;)good to c u back in action:)

Anonymous said...

lovely!
dont you think embers shd be some other color sometimes? how much we use them, it wd be nice if they glittered or something.
austere
who else can make such an uh huh comment, nahin?

Reshma said...
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Reshma said...

Shoe fiend , Thank you :)

Red, so good to see you here :)

Austere, he he . yeah over used and abused embers. glitter you say? hmm we tend to see our yesteryears as glittering and lovelier than life. Feels so good to see you here:)