Remembrance

 ~Tapas Sarkar

Once, I thought 

That memory is nothing, but the corpse 

Of the previous imaginations  

Which has no real pulse-beat 

Yet too much connected 

To this day, yesterday and tomorrow,

I was believed 

That memories live somewhere, in some ways,

Just I was uncertain; 

Then, I grew up, I see some imaginations 

Akin to memories, but already dead! 

I see memories becoming imaginations, 

Yet they neither survive, nor exist…

I kept pretending in preserving them day and night,  

Though I knew 

That I might be forgotten, I might be forlorn,

But, I kept remembering my memories,

I kept thinking

Of my imaginations,

Just I had some unknown questions; 

Now, at this very moment 

Of hope, love and life,

I have the same questions

About the same memories and imaginations, 

Still, I do make remembrance 

In asking questions...

Did we die?

Where there was no memories,

Do we exist?

Where there is no imaginations, 

What if the remembrance was just a habit,

And that human is unchanged even now!