Life Evolves, Memories Not

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

― John Banville, The Sea

Good times, when they are gone

Leave a sweet taste behind

Alive still, still in my heart

Like a story in rewind

Collapsed bridge long back

Gone days never come back

Little of me still attached

Those voices and sounds

Little of me still cares

If things are still around

Fossilized memories

Unwashed imprints

They remain, always

A good kind of pain

World is in flux

Always changing

Life evolves

Memories not.

Why Drown This Wilderness ?

In my errant life I roamed to learn the secrets of women and men, of gods and dreams. I lived in wealth and poverty, in fame and calamity. I saw every country of our world, I lived a thousand lives. Many lives I spent, other lives I squandered, for in my life I never traveled, all I did was wander.
― Roman Payne

  

Why drown?

this wilderness

lives inside

so patiently

this emptiness

yearning

savagery

Why let go ?

of all these

What connection so strong?

Why let go?

Why walk?

on this highland

all of inside

runs constantly

this eagerness

curiosity

innovatory

Why not hold on ?

to all these

There's so much to see

Why stop and rest and be not free?