The Journey of memories

Let me heal
From the pangs of a feeling 
Of my bohemian youth 
I was a naïve child
Whose reason beguiles the reality.
Oh! God, 
Dear and respectful-
The unseen force
Like Shelley’s West Wind
Blowing eternally
Coming down from above;
Let me allow to express
Let me forgot 
The wild, mild memory of a long-lost 
Short lived hope and love
Weird, strange and bizarre 
It sounds now-
Present has the power to ignite 
The flames of the burnt ashes
Ashes of mortality
Transient, unrequited emotions--
That appear to be lucid and sorrowful 
Like a recurring curse.
The more the days pass by
The more it hits me harder
Like a trespasser,
Like a diagnosed malady.
I am a fallen angel
With a subjective gaze and objective view 
Of the material world
Sometimes abstract and unreal
I am a miserable bird
Who got some injuries in her wings
Feeble and frail
Alone in her crowd
The burden of age has mellowed down the memory
Still, it grows
Grows like smoke and smog 
During the scorching day;
Is it a memory of forgetfulness?
Or 
Is it a recurring disease?
A numbness encircles my eyes
Eyes got dry like a lifeless old human
A complete wasteland of neglect and indifference;
I close my eyes 
To call for Thee
The power-
To get an instant relief
To embrace infinity.
18.09.2025