Memories

We all run to our pasts

Catching up with memories

Hung like photos on a clothes line

We move from one to the other

Lay a hand on those faces

Embrace them with our eyes

Nostalgia courses through veins

A faded melody, a forgotten verse

The essence of happiness

An intoxication of sorrows

Adagios and allegros of long-ago

All those hours and days

Revived in moments

Somewhere in a cluster of neurones

A neurotransmitter jumps

The synaptic void......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was looking at some old photographs and this poem was concieved

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nightlight1220's picture

Nice. Best not to ignore all

Nice. Best not to ignore all neurons. I love this.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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A BEAUTIFUL POEM INDEED BUT...

A beautiful poem my dear friend...but for the medical jargon. Maybe it is your style. I wish you all the best but you do not give a practical shape to relive those nostalgic moments....you ARE ALWAYS SO BUSY just like the rest of this mad mad mad world! :)


Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.

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