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The Alphabetical Poem of Memories

 An echo from the past, that continues to echo,

But is not heard, amidst the other conundrum,

Conundrum it is; an array of diverse memories,

Dressed up in assorted attires of spirits each.

Even though it knows it's not heard,

For long does that one memory continue to reverberate,

Growing louder and louder until I found out,

Heard that single ripple and dug deep.

Inside, I found, a beautiful collection,

Jarring, childish, but immaculate all the same,

Kites that fly beneath my range of sight

Long lost memories, waiting to be re-discovered.

My, did I lose myself in the huge labyrinth

Never did I feel like waking up from my reveries 

Once I did, I found myself wishing, wishing 

Pleading to myself to reinstate everything to the past.

Quaint is what I am; I'm clingy about the past,

Resting in aged laughter and love is what I do,

So don't, don't judge me;

True, it's just my way of showing I miss old times.


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  1. ShyamalaApril 15, 2025 at 10:11 PM

    Yet again , a brilliant poem from your kitty, Shriyan!! ❤️ The way you have coherently threaded your thoughts in an alphabetical order is simply mind blowing !! At times , in order to stick to the construct , we tend to compromise on the flow and meaning of the poem; but your poem is as cohesive and cogent as it can be!! Brilliantly written da pattu ❤️
    You are so right when you say that some memories just stick with us for a long time . At times , such dreams recur often! Some memories too, so to say, are so deeply etched that we end up wishing to relive those moments. However, if you really think about it, it is best to keep these memories in the past , just so they don’t taint our yet-to-be-formed memories, no? Of course , at times when we are really down , most of us resort to the comforts of our happy memories to pick us up , but once they do their bidding , best would be lock them up safely till we really need them again!!
    Beautifully conceptualized and crafted da pattu!!! Keep writing !!
    Loads and loads of love ❤️ ❤️

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  2. T.SrinivasanApril 15, 2025 at 11:34 PM

    Shriyandhaa i enjoyed poem the way of writing with Alphabetical order. You have given a message too while doing so which is applicable to all irrespective of age. Iam proud of you for your are gifted the the talent of giving messages to society through your true thoughts and wonderful words. May God bless you.
    From
    Pushpa patti

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