to forget

To forget is to remember.
The memories they come gushing
however hard you try to hold back.
Its better to carry your memories along than to forget.

The waiting

Have waited too long
think i have missed the bus
well,its time to get moving.

the wanderer

why did I seek happiness
when all along it was in me.
Why did I seek companionship
in spite of being surrounded by people.
why did I seek solitude
even when the silences were too frequent.
why was I a wanderer in search of that elusive something
when what I seek was always within my reach.

Silences

The only possessions man has are
a stretch of road in this uneasy town,
some sentences that neither sting nor sing,
a sad sense of speeding time
and an armful of silence.
- An excerpt from the many poems of my immortal friend, Joey.

Will “o” wisps

Sometimes we try to hold on to those good times
Which we never want to end.

Sometimes we try to hold on to those people
Whom we consider close to our heart.

But the saddest thing is, they are all like the will “o” wisps.
They just tantalize and disappear.
To appear far off
Where you can probably never experience or see them again.

The unborn story

There is a story to be told.
A story of a past and the present, peopled by characters vivid and lively.
Sometimes they threaten to burst out of the deep corners of my mind
Where they have been locked for so long.
Sometimes they want to speak of their lives and their times
and of their longings and their aspirations.
Sometimes they want to keep silent
and let the ghosts lie in peace.
But if told a story would be born.

Or rather, should I live the story only in my mind?

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Regrets

Why do one regret when the deeds were done consciously?
Why do one regret when the hurt is already inflicted?
Sometimes the regrets are not for the deeds done,
But for the helplessness in making amends
and to undo the unbearable loss.