The park bench

With strange carvings

The water

With strange tidings.

The pictures

With strange colourings

The clothes

With strange staining.

The walls

With strange drawings

The windows

With strange cracking.

The past

With strange emotions

I remember

With strange longings.






10 thoughts on “Memories

  1. shreyakhetan says:

    This is extremely beautiful . I dig the existential meaning . Specially the lines ” the pictures with strange colourings”. I’m left awestruck by the depth each line possesses. Reminds me of what Dumbledore said , there are things death( I’d say time too ) cannot touch .. love , paint and memories . Once they’re created they remain embedded within our hearts forever , and no matter how strange they are , no matter how old they get ,we shall remember them . Extremely wonderful ending : ” I remember with strange longings ” . Lovely poem , lovely thoughts .


    • Seerat says:

      I appreciate the feedback. I also love the fact that you’ve given your own meaning to the poem. At least thats what I aimed to do when I was writing it. Memories are varied and so are interpretations.

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  2. Kaushik Prasad says:

    I absolutely loved reading this. I loved how you wittily used repetition, which breathes life into the poem. Good work mate, keep on it! 🙂


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