Sunday, June 12, 2005

Reminisces

I collect
Little fragments
Of memories
When I travel

These fragments
Which I
Look at again
When I want to remember

I create
Imaginary fragments
For the memories
I have not collected

These memories
Are the ones
Which are more
Interesting than reality

I destroy
Other fragments
From my memories
To make them perfect

These fragments and memories
Are more often
Than not
Unrequited


53 comments:

stan laurel said...

The ideas of assimilation and accomodation are so vital to child/human development. As we learn about the world, we create/accomodate memories about things we see. When something does not fit the mold, we assimilate it into a new idea/memory. I like how you use this to reminisce things "more important than reality."

Also, the fifth stanza is striking. You put this idea in a rough context with destroying in order to perfect memory. Crude, but probably true.

Free Spirit said...

Remembering may or may not be a matter of choice.

But that's just me.

Billy said...

as usual you search for the unsought.

. : A : . said...

stan laurel - Thanks for your thoughts and perspective.

Free Spirit - Sometimes it is, and sometimes, it isn't.

Billy - Hope to find it. :-)

gulnaz said...

these fragments are all that remains.

so honest and wonderful.

Lorena said...

WOW. this is so true! you have written it so lovely. i'm doing this all the time. being in a state of longing for someone.
it's not a great place to be in because it can leave you delusional and with unrealistic expectations.

you've captured it so beautifully :)

floots said...

I create
Imaginary fragments
For the memories
I have not collected


I loved it all but this "fragment" sums it up for me. Thank you.

Bonatellis said...

hey, this is a good blog ...

Geetanjali said...

Complements your previous post on a Mesh of memories and takes that a step further...

What struck me, was the stanza in whcih you spoke about destroying memories to create new ones - made me think of how we indulge in that so often (consciously and unconsciously) and how it leads to each one us having diff 'realities' of our own...

Anonymous Poet said...

Great poem! This can be read again and again! There is often a temptation to "destroy other fragments . . ." to make them perfect. To often, it seems, people try to re-write history to suit their own purposes. But I also like the the softness of "I create imaginary fragments" as a place-holder for things that we have not yet done.

Bravo!

. : A : . said...

gulnaz - Thanks. Sometimes only fragments remain.

Lorena - Thanks. Glad you could relate to it.

floots, Bonatellis - Thanks for dropping by here and commenting. Look forward to seeing you again.

Geetanjali - Yes, that is why perception becomes reality for oneself.

Anonymous Poet - Thanks for your thoughts on this. Agree with you.

Anonymous Poet said...

Sorry, that should have been "too" often!

. : A : . said...

Anonymous Poet - No problem. Had figgured it out. :-)

sal said...

I have too many fantasies that I make memories of. And yes, it's more interesting than reality.. I have to agree.


Beautiful writings. Admired.

. : A : . said...

the woman - Thanks. Glad you liked it.

Kripa Shankar said...

Well..Well...I liked the way you gave identity to each...
First..."These fragments".
Collected them and wrapped them in "These memories".
Trimmed the rest and put the shavings in..."These fragments and memories".
Ya..I didn't miss the "and memories".
So..you do question them before destroying them huh! Nice potrayal.

gulnaz said...

and those fragments can fill your heart.

Anonymous said...

wooo you speak my mind. just went for a little expedition-ic trip a while back, and lord was that something!

By the way, you do know what you say has nothing to do with only travel right?

Phal

Samudraa said...

The way the fragmented lines are placed syncs beautifully well!:)

Sudarshan said...

You are turning out to be a master in handling fragmented lines..simple and beautiful.

DeeM said...

'I destroy other fragments from my memories to make them perfect'.
Perfectly stated.
Very nice, indeed.

Brood Mode said...

Almost always we can do nothing to make things go the way we want them to, but memories we sure can fiddle around with till we like the pic in the mind!

beautifully put forth...

thoughts said...

I collect
Little fragments
Of memories
When I travel

.... through the journey of life...

These fragments
Which I
Look at again
When I want to remember

.... or when they choose to drift by..

I create
Imaginary fragments
For the memories
I have not collected

.... wishful thinking.. which more often than not lead to dead ends...

These memories
Are the ones
Which are more
Interesting than reality

.... they make me think and yearn for more....

I destroy
Other fragments
From my memories
To make them perfect

....never can u destroy memory.... they may choose to fade.. but they are still held within you .. may be too deep within.... but a lille but of rekindling.. and they surface out.. as if it was but yesterday...

These fragments and memories
Are more often
Than not
Unrequited

...worse ... they are requited.. but never materialise.. and remain but a memmory...

Paul said...

Yeah... Guess you could say all creative writing is a kind of re-processing.

perspective said...

You are talented!

musafir said...

I guess the reason why I keep visiting your blog is because I can relate/identify with everything you write about. And needless to say, you have a way with words as well.

This post echoes everything that I've felt about travel and memories - especially the part about creating "fragments /
For the memories" not collected. Maybe this is how most tales are born!

Impressive!

Manjusha said...

Somehow reminds me of "In My Life" by The Beatles.

transience said...

i like the part about censoring memories, changing them, so we are left with an ideal. this is very human behavior.

Elixir said...

oh...its soo like all that load...
copy cat :P

Miss Qt said...

I destroy
Other fragments
From my memories
To make them perfect


That's so me!!

. : A : . said...

Kripa Shankar, samudraa, Sudarshan, DeeM - Thanks. Glad you liked it.

gulnaz - Sometimes, they can.

Phal - Of course I do.

Brood Mode - I guess that is a way of putting ourselves in control.

thoughts - Thanks for your perspective on the lines. I guess we might have some different ineterpretations but appreciate your thinking on the lines here.

Paul, Manjusha - Thanks for dropping by and commenting. Do come by again.

perspective - *bows*

musafir - Thanks. Glad you can make a connection with the writing. Maybe this IS how most tales are born!

transience - Yes, it is.

Paul said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog, too. I've always felt the topics of art and spirituality are closely related.

I've bookmarked you so I can check in again re. poetry/esthetics. If you or your readers want to check in on the spiritual angle, please do stop by again.

My blog's completely ecumenical and as open to atheists as believers.

Pecos Blue said...

Memories are the best gifts in life. Maybe this is true because we can often remember what we want discard the rest. Thank you.

mermaid said...

What would happen if all memories are equally balanced? Can they all be accepted for their lessons?

MARYBETH said...

Why are memories accesible at certain times and not others?
Im not sure how I found my way here, but I am glad I did.
Namaste,
MB

. : A : . said...

Paul - Agree that the topics of art and spirituality are closely related. You are welcome back anytime you feel like it.

Pecos Blue - "Memories are the best gifts in life." That is wonderful and new way of looking at it.

mermaid - I think human nature being what it is will not let all memories be equally balanced.

MARYBETH - I am glad you found your way here. Look forward to seeing you again.

Jyotsna said...

" destroy
Other fragments
From my memories
To make them perfect....."
I wish (how i wish) I could do this...

Anonymous said...

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. : A : . said...

Jyotsna - Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.

dawnprince - Thanks for dropping by and for your comment. Will check out your site.

finnegan said...

I love the visual rift between your verses
which take on the same visual fragmentation of
the ideas expressed in your poem.

I appreciate that your visual play isn't gratuitous,
but carries the meaning (and feeling) further.

. : A : . said...

finnegan - Thanks for picking it up.

sneha said...

comes close. the closest of evrything uv written...well havnt read much. who r u? n ur scared. of wht?

. : A : . said...

sneha - Thanks for dropping by. Do leave a link if you visit again. Why am I scared?

sneha said...

i shud leav a link? dnt u think anonimity is interestin mysterious n attractiv? thts xactly y i read ur blog. n rnt u scared? i dnt knw y or i wudnt ask. btw i lovd eng august the book. n ya ur also on still on ur search. n ur lost n unsure coz ur listenin to me...

. : A : . said...

sneha - Well, it (anonimity) is interesting. I just usually visit others who drop a comment that's all. The book is really good, and so is the movie! See ya around.

sneha said...

i think i was wrong. the more i read the more i like wht u write. sumthing alwys stirs a fgotten part. i dnt hav a blog u can visit. i write to mail myself.

. : A : . said...

sneha - Thanks. Glad you like it. Am going through ALL your comments on the previous posts now! :-)

Anonymous said...

...These memories
Are the ones
Which are more
Interesting than reality...

He dreams beyond exhaustion of a door
At which he knocked and entered years before,
But now no street or city comes to mind
Nor why he knocked, nor what he came to find.
- Vikram Seth


srtikes a chord. i can't find any other way to say it ...
- neeru

Indigo said...

I don't see how I can possibly add anything that hasn't already been said.

But I liked how the poem developed. I guess I'm assuming that you did not consciously sit down and develop it, but rather it flowed from momentary inspiration.

Personally, I have trouble changing my memories of the past "I destroy other fragments" ... my past has a way of being imperfect.

Nonetheless, fascinating effort.

. : A : . said...

neeru - Thanks for your lovely comment. I can see where it strikes a chord. Do drop a link next time you come by.

Indigo - Thanks. Yes, the past has this way of being imperfect or too perfect? Maybe sometimes we change memories to make it imperfect?

Sudarshan said...

Brilliant.

. : A : . said...

Sudarshan - Thanks!

argo said...

i loved the way you put together those lines...thank you for creating such a beautiful piece..