Memories are the architecture of our identity- Unknown
Memories seared on the inside of my brain
Recalled like a dormant pain, time and again
Layered with the dust of distorted perception
They play tricks on my mind, in clever deception
Make me reminisce over past experiences
In a new light, rekindle my quiescent senses
Embellished enough to construct stories new
My memories acquire a much brighter hue
Making me pine for days that have passed
If only those halcyon days could last!
Thus the dusty train ride that had been
Interminably long, now does not seem
Anything but a thrilling adventure
On a similar trip I do long to venture
Or cycling to school I fondly remember-
It must be fun, every month through December
It is what I think, though reality differed
Cycling daily to school was never what I preferred.
And all the people surrounding me those days
Are like angels in my memories who went different ways
I could not have liked each one, I am certain
This angelic aura given by my memories is inadvertent..
I gave these instances to exemplify
How memory, the trickster, can amplify
All positives, while negatives are suppressed
This manipulation though is the best
To keep the burdens of the past at bay
And keep the path of future clear, I pray.