Friday, September 30, 2005

Years later

It was time.

Years had gone by. They had passed in instants. In little pieces. Bit by bit.

He stared outside. Through the translucent white material, that was cloaked in hues of gold, from the rays of the sun. The rays that were struggling to get in. But getting muffled. By the cloth lapping them up in fluid dance movements.

The years did not come back. The moments did not come back. But the feelings did. Because they were deep. They went beyond memories.

He thought back to those first moments. But they were also cloaked. In halos. Bright lights coming in the way of detailed memories. Just faces and smiles. The rest struggled. It was muffled by the light and the moments. It was the same moment played over and over again.

Bit by bit. The little pieces had their own meaning. The instants did not always have to add up to a whole. The years did not have to connect to each other.

It was time.


37 comments:

rusty said...

Yeah ....time to remove the cloak and confront the truth ...may be...!!!

Phoenix said...

How true. Bit by bit, fragments of life are lived, and lost. They do not have to all exist in a conscious memory. They do not have to even exist. And they do not have to connect. They do not make up a whole, because they don't need to. They're soaked in lights sublime and muffled, distinct and gagged. And they don't come back. Yet they make our life. Bit by Bit.

It is time, and time is everything.

Very well written .:a:.

gulnaz said...

reading it i felt bathed in the dancing rays of golden light! exqusite sensation.
i like what you wrote about feeling going beyond memories when deep enough.

Casablanca said...

Reminded me of some small lovely memories I had forgotten along the way...
As always, beautifully written :)

the cowlick said...

You've got such an interesting style of writing. I wonder why I never came across your blog before. It's a great read!

Cecilia said...

Exquisitely written.

Memories that carry elated emotions have a tendency to overshadow what is best left in the dark corners of a turned page: a chapter in one's book of life.

It is time we celebrate the precious past that makes us who we are today by acknowledging its presence BUT remembering to live in the present.

Because time is everything (thank you, Phoenix).

Łóòň Ġãĺ said...

Wow!

Mayur Channagere said...

Memories... pictures on the wall , play long shadows, every shadow bringing back memories, but hazy memories, though you try to define they are only shadows.... of the by gone moments and years.

M (tread softly upon) said...

nice, very nice indeed. glad I chanced upon your blog via some circuitous route. But will keep coming back for more.

.m. said...

yu are too good. i've stopped commenting on your posts cos they are all wow stuff and i dont want to see the same comments again and again.
really loved the photos on the other posts. they are too good too!

keep scribbling and clickin!

Paul said...

Memory and how it's shaped into more than memory is certainly one of your major themes. Brings to mind Wordworth's definition of poetry: emotion recollected in tranquility.

N.V.Balaji said...

I am guessing this post is in continuation to your earlier post "Close". You are right - when you think back those moments which are soaked in emotions the details get blurred but you can pretty clearly re-live the feelings. It is nicely brought out here. Hopefully my understanding is not way out of context !

I feel that you could avoid the line "Because they were deep". It is best left to the reader to think why feelings alone came back.

jaded said...

time....sometimes i wonder about you

your life and your loss...maybe i should stop

JaG said...

Hi! I'm on a quest to leave 100 comments in the blogosphere and you're #26!!

Lorena said...

i can relate. feelings can come back with such intensities. somethings are never lost with time. beautiful imagery here.

venkat said...

Well said... Memories are more like music you don't need to understand the details to enjoy them.
Check my latest posting it may interest you

RTD2 said...

"Forever is just a series of nows" - Nicholas Evans

Anne said...

Moments are lost to us forever, you can only capture them in false ways, like photos.
Have a great weekend, continue to adore your blog,(tips hat.
xx

Ram said...

Yes. At times i surprise myself when i get a feeling of 'deja vu' which i am able to map to the times of which i thought i don't have memories of.

jawaher said...

(The years did not come back. The moments did not come back. But the feelings did. Because they were deep. They went beyond memories.) ...i cried when i read these lines ...they are hurting as much as they are real and truth .........for me the year and the moments that i spent with my lovely father will come back one day im sure about that

>|' ; '| said...

reliving the moments mutes the pain and mellows the memories.
beautiful imagery u have painted here.
excellent post.

Prerona said...

beautiful. time slips past and never comes back ... the footprints it leaves never fade

Zee said...

I guess it's a good thing that memories aren't as time, being bound to progressing so linearly, one moment after the previous one. It's a blessing, that memories aren't bound in such way, letting every memory of every moment have an intensity all it's own.

stan laurel said...

eeriely (sp?) appropriate considering I just celebrated a birthday. wow!

mermaid said...

Light is reflected, refracted, or absorbed, as are the years of memories. We are affected differently by each memory, but as you said, we are nevertheless affected, whether the moments add up or not. Another astute metaphor.

KJ said...
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KJ said...

hi dropping by after a long time. was just going thru the posts that i had missed. the photos were awesome....
(The years did not come back. The moments did not come back. But the feelings did. Because they were deep. They went beyond memories.) ...i cried for the lost moments, the lost years...

time is everything....

Exquisite post..........

. : A : . said...

rusty - Truth? About what?

Phoenix, Cecilia, Mayur Channagere, Paul, venkat, Ram, Zee, mermaid - Thanks for sharing your perspective here.

gulnaz, Casablanca, the cowlick, Wbix, Lorena, Anne, -Poison-, Prerona - Thanks.

Cheesy.Termite, M (tread softly upon) - Thanks for dropping by and commenting.

N.V.Balaji - It was not an intentional continuation. Thanks for your perspective.

jaded - Hhmmm.

JaG a.k.a. JustAgirl - Enjoy!

RTD2 - Nice quote.

jawaher - Thanks for sharing what this meant to you. I am sure the moments will come back.

stan laurel - A very happy birthday to you!

KJ - Welcome back!

bittersweet said...

your words remind me of my own yearning. thanks for sharing, they are comforting.

Brood Mode said...

that was very profound, i could relate to it so much and can't describe what i feel in words!

. : A : . said...

bittersweet - Many thanks for dropping by and commenting.

Brood Mode - Glad you could relate.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I like the pictures this makes

Dreamy Eyed Gal said...

Wow...really beautiful...strikes a chord

venus said...

In your stories, the most I like, is ambience, which you never forget to add :)

Deez said...

bits and pieces and flashes....

lovely post.

. : A : . said...

Sue hardy-Dawson, Deez - Thanks.

mysterygal - Thanks for dropping by and commenting.

venus - :-)

GEL said...

I'm posting this on Dec.18 while reading more work of yours during your hiatus from blogging. Like the others who commented on your current post, you're in my thoughts. I vaguely remember mention of a trip during this time, but perhaps that is my active and hopeful imagination?

I miss you, for *you*, not for "blogging." Obviously I do not know you, but you have let us shine a flashlight into parts of your soul and done so in a remarkably creative fashion.

This particular poem claws at my insides as I read it. Time is such a simple yet so complex a concept. I yearn for certain incredible "fragments" to be as vivid as they once were...yet another part of me doesn't while accepting memories floating, however obscured some may have become.
P.S. I have a new blog address for my writing blog and I changed the title to "Irrepressible Secrets."
Again, take care in the real world!