Some memories become blurred, yet others stay etched in the mind, like a tattoo to the soul.
The cranky radio
Marred the sound of a good song
The merciless fan
Chilled the flavour of a hot tea too fast
What will be left after something is blurred
What blurry things will surface from whatever is left
Letters on a white paper is blurred
Thoughts on an empty heart is blurred
An old photograph on the wall
Blurred by the passage of time
A memory that wouldn’t want to be recalled
Dates on a diary is blurred
The future mentioned yesterday is blurred
A painting in water-colour
Blurred by rain and tears
A topic that wouldn’t want to be brought up
And all these blurred things has nothing much left
Still etched in my mind
Still clear as crystal
Memories are such a funny thing about the human mind.
You have it for a while, and suddenly it fades away, only
to have it certain jerked from nowhere, bringing along
a flood of emotions and the past.
Blurred memories are beautiful in that way.
Wrote this poem, suddenly thinking of you again tonight.