Memory files

Memories are mind's masterpieces, 

Both mind-blowing and mind messing.

Those who can recall their childhood years,

Are the most gifted or cursed lot,

To get delighted or dejected by the recalls.

 

My childhood memories are more tattered.

The streets on my way, were all battered.

To tie up the rags and insert them in a folder,

Makes not a facile move,for a helpless holder. 

Fragmented memories are meant for the smolder.

 

Adolescent memories are almost an applecart, 

Disrupted or derailed by the running wheels

On unknown tracks,with untried, awkward limbs.

I was not an apple's eye, at my meek adolescence.

Nor did my jolted dreams,dwell in the applecart.

 

Teenage memories could teem, tease, and taunt

Anyone, about their vagaries as a vanity flaunt.

My teenage memories unfold my trembling feet,

Shivering deep,unable to match my coeval fleet.

I cannot credibly click the folder of my teenage sheet.

 

Adulthood memories could be kept in multi folders 

With mighty or murky MS and Pdf pages, in plenty.

As my ageing,feeble fingers browse my memory files,

What I could read, are the pages of adulthood substance, 

With the rest of my folders,causing me a myopic resistance.

P. Chandrasekaran.