Sometimes I forget...

Sometimes I forget

To write-

About things hovering in my mind,

Of places close to my heart,

About people my kind-

As if the mind is a cart

Overloaded with bags, carrying the past-

To the nearest shore,

To let them go with the wave,

While the crowd is intoxicated in a rave.

Sometimes I forget

To talk-

Of people who made me me,

About journeys that made me free,

Of discussions that made me see-

As if other things are important;

While being shut from the innerself,

Wearing a mask

To face the world of deaf,

The one with eyes and teeth.

But I never forget

To think-

To thank,

Of times in luxury and in dank;

With subdued expressions,

Restrained emotions,

Uncaptured lachrymose secretions-

As joy and sorrow create a collage,

Reminding me of being

Part of a memorable voyage.