Time's ticket counter issues life tickets,
Whose distance and destination details
Are known only to the invisible counter.
No one can counter the validity of tickets.
But the human mind like the pendulum
Of an old wall clock, keeps oscillating
Back and forth, on frequent memory trips,
With tips of intervention and consolidation.
Interventions are like a surgeon's scalpel
Cutting out the unwanted events of the past,
Leaving the rest, for memory's meaty quest.
Memories bake sweet cakes of consolidation.
Nostalgia would knock at the doors of the mind,
Rolling back memories of the unforgettable kind.
P. Chandrasekaran.
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ReplyDeleteI like the last couplet that speaks of your nostalgia!
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