Memories

On the clothesline of life
I hung out several
Memories to air, dry.
Some dripped over, sodden,
While the others billowed
Gaily in the warm breeze.

A fistful of naughty
Antics, a multitude
Of childhood pranks, capers;
Swished, freely cavorted
Together prancing to
A life enriched with love.

The sweet memories bunched
Together, clustering
Around a peg much like
Family during the
Weddings and christenings
And family vacays.

Bitter remembrances
Like obsidian clouds,
Portending naked strife
Blew ominously dark
Threatening to engulf
Happiness and content.

I recall how in the
Blushing spring of my life
lovers and friends had come.
Some stayed, while others left
But what always remained
Were their fond memories.

These memories sculpted
My life, gave it meaning.
The reminisces are all
That I have left today
In the cold winter of
My life, when all is gone.
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Sonal Singh

Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.