I have not forgotten

The memory of a touch
A kiss and a hug

Ones
That were shared
And ones
That were not

Things go by
Times passes
Lives move on
Memories, they stay

Mine are absent
Despite the presence
Mine are present
Despite the absence

I promise, I remember
Those distant memories
Before I have had them
Before I will.

I promise to remember
Those distant memories
Ones that I have had
Before I remember.

I have not forgotten
What I don’t remember

Looking Glass

I stare long and hard
Into his eyes,
The eyes of one who looks like me
For something has set him free.

In the depth of his eyes,
I see a faint resemblance,
Resemblance of who I am
But far from who I could be.

In front of the looking glass,
I stand and stare,
There is something similar,
But I am looking at the difference.

It is obvious, I say
Despite the obvious
You are not I,
For I am not you.

He smiles at me,
With a grin,
His life is different,
As is he.

He took a path
One that was closed to me
A different man, a different place
Yet the same man, me.

Look deep into the mirror
Why do I see what can be
From this side of the mirror
Where I see what is?

In to the looking glass,
I look at lives,
Ones I did not live, I could not
For they are not mine.

I stand here, here and now,
And I am now sure,
I have this, here on this side
Of the looking glass.

Silence

I sit there,

With a thousand thoughts

That run through my head;

Seamless, one dovetailing into another.

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They scream into my head,

Asking for deliverance

“Let us out”, they shout

“Give us a voice”.

“We deserve to be heard

We are real, as real as you are

We are not to be held captive,

But to be let free on the world.”

They range from the mundane,

To the irrational.

From the deep

To the perverse.

They are formless,

Yet, they carry weight,

They belong to me,

Yet, they are not mine.

I open my mouth,

To lend them my voice,

Nothing comes out,

Nothing but silence. 

Veiled

I am shrouded,
Some say in mystery,
Some say in suppression,
I say in belief.
Belief in something
That I can never understand,
That lies beyond me
Something I believe in.

My face is a key,
To my emotions,
To my expressions and
To my beliefs.
They are there,
Emotions expressions and belief,
I show them, in my voice
In my eyes, in my life.

I do not mind
The anonymity,
The exclusivity
Or the concealment.
I do not say
What you can bare
So please do not dare
To me what I can cover.

I remain shrouded,
Watching behind my veil,
Just as you watch
From behind yours.
My veil is real,
I am true,
Your veil is invisible
Are you?

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Inspiration - Dhobi Ghat