Memories

a poem by Purushothaman P V

All the memories go back as thoughts
And all thoughts play back as music
And this music resembles like tides in the ocean
These tides rush to anchor on shore at one go
And make hazardous stampedes one after another
The shore weaves them as beautiful bubbles in different dimensions
These bubbles float in the tumultuous water of the ocean surface for a while
And die a natural death to take rebirth again and again
Our memories are like bubbles which goes and come back again and again
Although it explodes when we are in another world
But these will be back in our spirits and thoughts
And ready to spin again and again
We lose nothing if these bubble are to explode
Our memories are immortal; it will take rebirth again and again