Memories fade slowly form the mind of an Alzheimer's patient.
Wind plucked every leaf from the tree of life
feast of hues danced away; vivid scarlet to the brown of soil.
vows and verses shone through the kaleidoscope of colors
from a nebula of blurred images getting hazier and hazier.
I yearn to remember.
I see a broken frame from times long forgotten,
of a chirping toddler dressed in brown and orange.
But that woman with hair streaming down her back, who's she?
"Mother." Tears run as I read the words inscribed for my aid.
Alas! I have forgotten Mum's face.
Mind divagates, a movie played on blank screen
of disarrayed moments captured by these eyes,
figures, frames and faces that no longer hold meaning
for the features are all but clouded. Incognito!
The tremble of the heaven that day in June,
when a little girl stormed into my room and raised the roof:
"Grandma! Grandma! Kitty's gone. Lola will forever sleep tight."
Bewildered! "But who's Lola?" I sheepishly replied.
Alas! I never got to know.
Cascade of milky streams bifurcate; pellucid waterfall
delight bubbling inside, heart menaced to explode, yet
frustration took root when an unmarked face placed a ring,
inaudible vows exchanged, binding two together till the end.
I don’t remember
But at times I hear such a sound, the lyrics of which I sing aloud,
It brings back memories of a time where my mind was not confined.
From a place where the lights were dim, the music soft and I
danced in the familiar shadow of a faceless man, one night.
Alas! Every fiddle has an end.
Baby's coo so close yet so far away of a person unknown
tears fell from the eye for an unspoken, precious loss
all reminders of significant events since creation slowly forgotten.
Each day, a new guise, spurious life embrace; step towards sanity.
I can't remember.
My hour approaches; I'm eager for the flashing of life before my eyes.
These poets and sages; their words are mere shams and ugly lies.
But hold! I do remember, though, a funeral from a million years ago.
It’s time for the reunion of the ages, as I breathe my last with a smile.
At long last! The forgetting has come to an end.
Form: Free Verse
In red by ~ Aqua ~ Turning a New Page
In blue by Naveed