Better to be with your memories
Than with you;
Memories don’t have the dagger of words
That are conceived by hate
Nor have the incinerating vision
That is begotten from inferno ;
Memories do not strike against
The imposing walls of ego
And choke like words that can’t talk of love
Or ask for forgiveness.
Memories are better than these fingers
That can’t shower unabashed
On the fuming forehead of June ,
Instead , in vain , strangle each other.
Far better than you are memories
That sing lullabies late night
To the wearied eyes of yesteryears ;
Amidst the desert of non-being ,
Steal a few moments of mirage.
---- Tapan ( 9-10-99 )