Memories, or corpses of moments?
Remnants, or carcasses of happy times?
Symbols, or vestiges of the past?
Memoirs, or scars of yore?
Reminders, or compunctions of mistakes?
Remembrance, or ceremony of an era that was?
Reminiscing, or mourning of a time that will never be?
Different aliases of same things for you and me.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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