Thursday, April 21, 2016

Memories...



These memories…
They are like pearls
Hidden
Inside oysters of the mind
That I have dived deep for and sourced
From the unfathomable depths
of the ocean bed.

Silently
I open them- the oysters
Unsure of what each one holds
Did they all make the pearls,
Or are some empty?

Will I have enough
Of these precious beads
To be strung together into
A neck piece?
Or will I be left
Empty handed as I walk
Alone on the shore
Fading into the sunset?









3 comments:

  1. Memories are such, some are precious and we hold onto them dearly, some are troubling and worth letting go! Well crafted, Titli!

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At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person..deep gratitude for those who have lighted the flame within me!! your comments will be appreciated..

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