Sunday, June 20, 2010

In the mood of leaving

When everybody is in the mood of leaving
things change for good
Hardest of the rocks melt
Farthest of friendships reconcile
Greatest of the enmities stand suspended
An unwritten rule of
general bonhomie is allowed.
We leave happy images of each other
A couple of us even move to tears
weeping over others' shoulders.
That day, there is much compassion in the world
Many tears and shoulders from then
Who would remember what?
Strangely, these tears
oil the machine of forgetfulness.

3 comments:

Avi said...

"..tears oil the machine of forgetfulness" - one of the best metaphors I've heard lately..but do they really aid in forgetfulness, isn't it the opposite ?

Musings of a wanderer said...

@Avi

They quicken things. They can't etch a permanent place for themselves.

NENEK said...

A new blogger, pretty literary myself, and you inspire me.