A culvert opens on your face
But what if the face is a desert
With no stream or river?
Life merely an expression
That a voice gives away
Existence a dream already lived.
Everything desired is happening
While tomorrow comes
Cruising on past possibilities
Present sadness recedes into a vault
One that has no key
Opening just enough
To let memories pile in untidy heaps
Letting nothing out, nothing out at all
Now turning off the light is a formality
A feckless goodbye to Now.
uday balakrishnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gossamer-webs-of-memories/
