MEMORIES

POEM

My memories and for that 

matter everyone’s memories

are arranged in a haphazard manner 

like the students often

arrange their books keeping no pattern.

It is impossible,

absolutely impossible

to arrange one’s memories

keeping  order because they are

in a fluid state.

Memories often play

hide and seek games like children’s hobbies.

Memories like rains

often play spoil-sport like 

a cricket match between

two countries.

It is better to turn back

once in a while to renew one’s past

 since the current phase

is a bridge of the past to the present.

Then one would make

out the difference

between memories of

the past and current

phase of memories. 

Not only the memories

but the rains of the two periods.