2015, Poems and poetry

Sad whispers of the mo(u)rning…

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Move him gently

Anything might rouse him now.

No prayers nor bells

Nor any voice of mourning.

The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells,

And bugles calling.

I should die, I think.

His face bears a wrinkled smile of completeness.

From this heart: all evil shed away.

But his sights and sounds; dreams happy as day;

And laughter?

Is he so hard to stir? Was it for this

That he slept at all?

Did he sleep at all for this?

 

(Written in response to Writing Challenge 201: Found Poem. This is a kind of poetry composed of words and letters you’ve collected from elsewhere, and arranged in a way that it gives a different message. Our theme for this was “faces”, which I’ve used in two ways. One is the face of this person in my family that I saw yesterday. He is awake but he is not awake. He is just….there. Second is the face of the greater thing that leaves us all helpless before it. Nature, death, disease. Anything like that.

Our assignment also included the task of adding a chiasmus which is a reversal in lyrics. I invented one in the last line. Apart from that, the words of this poem have been taken from four random classical poems of English literature including Futility, Beautiful Old Age, The Soldier, and Anthem for Doomed Youth.)

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By the roaring waves!

“Memory Erasing Pills”

Few days ago, I learnt about these “memory erasing pills” through this mag “WIRED“. This is something so completely amazing that you just got to know about this:
There are these pills that can totally erase any bad memory that you keep, so that you no longer have to get into depression, or even think about it.
The story mentioned in the link is of someone whose life was at the verge of destruction. How some many events had just destroyed her life and had given her so much pain, and then how these pills helped her forget those.

http://www.wired.com/magazine/2012/02/ff_forgettingpill/all/1

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But the question is:

DO WE REALLY NEED TO ERASE OUR BAD MEMORIES?

Whatever happens to us, happens for a reason. When unpleasant things happen, they always leave a lesson.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND TEACHER IS THAT A TEACHER TEACHES YOU BEFORE TAKING AN EXAM, WHILE LIFE TESTS YOU FIRST AND THEN GIVES YOU A LESSON..

Often harshly learned, the lessons that calamities imprint on our mind, are sure to help us take a good step forward. It tells you to regain yourself after you fall. It helps you learn things that people don’t tell. Teachers don’t teach. Friends don’t warn.

However, I would never like to erase my memories, however painful. I would like to open the cupboard of my thoughts, let the mixed memories flow towards sensation, and then feel them again. because when we think of any event at a later time, it usually brings things you never realized before…

LET me know what you think about this…

 

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