Buried in the future

It's human to fall smiling

For, smile is infectious

And it isn't fatal

It builds and leaves memories

And buries one in them.

Memory is but dreadful, harassing,

Tears roll down the cheeks

Of even the stony ones.

Life has a problem

It jogs only forward

No matter how hard you try

It doesn't stop

Even in that splitting moment

Nor does it make an about turn

To look at you, to love you again.

It's you who must wait

And hope,

It takes a curve around

And takes you along

Rescues you

To a reminiscence-proof realm

From the depths of the past,

Unfathomable trenches of memories

That imprison you,

Cage you, enslave you

Set you on fire

Leave you to smoulder, simmer,

But don't finish, extinguish you;

In these dungeons of memories

I lie chained, caged, plastered and taped.

I can't walk, speak, shout

Or, move a thought

But I explode every minute

To smithereens, and become piles of rubble,

Conjuring shredded emotions,

Torn psyches, faded thoughts,

And virulent memories.

This is me.

This is me,

Living to stand another day,

Spend another night, 

Gasping for more memories

That are not wells but fuels

To fan the smouldering fire

For yet another day for many days.

This is me.

This is me,

Sobbing, shrieking and howling,

Unsung, brutalised

And buried in the dark, the future.