Wasting words.
Wasting silence.
Humming in mind -
The memories are not quite memories,
They keep happening,
Continuously.
Not growing.
Not shrinking.
Not staying the same either!
What is seen,
Is a memory.
Whatever is not,
That too…
Everything is a commemoration
Of what has gone by...
And what is still passing.
Present is nothing,
Nor is past or future.
All is welded in one,
Static but revolving
In the confines of mind.
Talking in hushed tones-
Always.
Non stop.
Incessantly.
This medley of sounds-
Unheard.
Un-deciphered.
Un-fathomed.
Wasted words...
Wasted silence...
Resonating
Without purpose.
Without reason.
Without logic.
And yet,
It makes perfect sense -
Memories are the only ones
That survive death.
Beyond the breath,
Stretching all across-
Engulfing...
Embracing...
Encompassing...
Life.
Eternity.
Infinity.
Buzzing around-
Not wasting words,
Nor silence.
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