Where is the mirror?
Is there a friend standing there?
I rummage through old memories
amnesia must be conquered,
a lost life restored.
Take me back to the old me.
Don’t force me to look.
Let me rest.
Just be with me.
Flickering movements before my eyes
visions ripple like water lines,
fade,
lose meaning.
Life itself blurs.
Kiss my cheek.
Hold my hand.
Don’t let me forget.
I am sick
memories lost,
heart heavy with sadness.
Don’t mock me from a distance.
The unborn future has turned fearful.
Did peace abandon you too?
I know.
Just do it.
Be light in my darkness,
like the sun that gives without asking.
Stay with me.
Will you?
For your patience with me,
don’t draw borders.
Indistinct sounds flow through my ears
in waves,
noise without language.
Through my tears, don’t curse me.
Today I stand in a place
where no one comes to help.
Unimagined visions,
unawakened memories,
a graveyard within.
They say I’m acting.
I don’t know how.
On my path,
rain and footprints,
washed away.
Everything empty,
like a road without direction.
Yes.
Rain remembers for me.
And tears.
The rain has softened now.
When memories vanish,
I am driving,
curled like a gazelle,
alone in the world,
going nowhere.
In the paradise of traveling memories and fading sights,
from birth to adolescence,
Smriti still walks the path.
Transplants remain an unfinished worry.
There is whining,
no sound escapes.
Anyone can see.
The flickering images of my village
mean nothing now.
Each memory fills,
then overflows
into another life.
Memories are harbingers of floods to come.
If only this would end.
Everything earned in a lifetime
washed away
in a single rain.
Enough for me.
Bhuvanavasamen Vibhu.
Fear lives inside.
Flashes before my eyes,
visions meaningless again.
Don’t make a clown of me.
