Hi everyone! This new poem below was written some years back. It was just one of those times after my brother had married and I was in a very contemplative mood, just had been through the whole whirl wind of activity and then a sudden standstill in time. I went back to my childhood memories, my friends, teachers, colleagues, relatives. I realized that there has been much joy and sorrow in life. I feel that joy is short lived and sorrow goes on, but we make it through with the hope that joy will come back to us. How God has made it so perfect! If there was no sorrow , how would we ever know what is joy?

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Windows

Windows of the past,

Sometimes open, sometimes close,

Wind like memories slide in

and twirl like flakes of snow,

Each memory, each flake,

So unique, pristine and clear,

Melt as they touch our soul,

Some cool comfort, some cold fear.

Each drop makes an ocean,

Each brick a tall tower,

Each garden has a cactus growing ,

and also the colored flower,

Memories make a person,

Persons make a memory,

A mistake or is it experience, a history or a mystery?

The windows of our life,

A view to many memories.