Moving On...

Moving on

Memories still bring that
Treacherous gleam to the eye
And the world becomes
A floating bubble
On the sea of fond memories-

A sense of something precious lost,
A sense of jealous fear,
But Alas! The sand grains trickle
Through the clenched fist-
Fool that I was to believe
To hold secure, sand in my palms-

The sea is not mine,
Nor is the shore
I too a passing anybody
Among the yesteryears-

The sand grains pound
against the waves
and onward it travels
across to morrows

And yet, while memories
Moistens the eyes,yet
Gladdens the heart
For that which had been

Sometimes, as we move on
From the past into the future
Racing through the present
Now and then
Ours soul gets caught
In the thistles of time
Causing a tear, a shred
A wound, a scar…

Yet we heal…
surging into the morrow
for it is memories
that shape, that mould
The person that I become

And then there are those
That bring a smile to the lips
A cheer to the heart
And hope to the soul

And I resume collecting
The little memories as I move on…
Forging the past
Savouring the present
Refreshing the Future…