MEMORY AND PARACHUTE: DREAMS…
The parachute of my dreams is kind and agile
Takes me to the sky, I fly and roam.
I see the glory of the green land
Blue sea, lovely hills and valleys.
Every minute life opens its new page
Exposing the story of life and living.
Enigmatic, energetic is each scene
But not pleasant always,
Pain and joy intertwined..
I go into a doze, past unfolds;
When past was present, it had
Different effect on mind and heart
But now looking back it’s so different,
Sombre is the memory of past
Mellowed; evokes no sorrow or negation.
Without dreams past is different,
Present is confused and future pale!
©® Seema Devi 2016..My digital painting