MYSTIC REALM
Memory, a crafty device of mind with mysticism
Captures the events of moment from flowing time
And treasure invisible pictures in the secret chamber of mind .
What a unique divine gift! nobody can steal or shift ;
Prince or pauper all can equally treasure:[ invisible to others!].
Relishing the luxury of leisure,
Basking on those which inspires,
And ruminating on fond memories ,
Defying the irresistible time .
One can roam back and forth in memory-lane
In spite of being powerful yet Time is prisoned,
To any mind , whether strong or fragile !
Some memories surge with sensual appeal,
Some lark in the dark while some slip or flee.
Only episodic emotional moments
Spur flush-bulb memories!
But sweet or bitter, doesn't matter
As I glimpse like an onlooker:
Ecstasy of joy, scorching pain, or malignant malice
All softened through the passage of time,
What remains is mostly metamorphosis!
Blessed are the human with memory- as -portable paradise!
The End
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