"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

AFTER LIFE

In that single moment
Before the end
Is there only the past,
Old marred memoirs,
And no future,
No such thing as again,
No way to grow,
And no new repertoires?

If the years ahead
Belong to the rest,
Then they will all gradually forget
The times
When you were there
Amongst the blessed.
They’ll move on and prosper
Without regret.

You'll be in a silent film
Degrading
Through mistaken recall,
Discarded takes,
Intentions misjudged,
Legacy fading -
Memories of you
Transformed into crude fakes.

But then again
You might travel to find
The sweetest places
Of your explorations -
Those haunting sites
And dearest destinations -
And the ones you loved
Who left you behind.

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