There is one thing innate to human beings ; going back to memories with perfection. Every one of us flawlessly meditate on remembrance now and then ; memory is all of ours favorite, infact the forever favorite.
It was one of the jubilant summer days when an urge to reconnect with the mighty river took me to this place. There is this strange sombre calmness with the vastness of the river. The roar with which it flows paints an unending imagination ; leaves you with never ending poetic moments in your mental sky. May be, sometimes forever or unending is just about the matter of a few minutes. Forever in a few minutes, in a given time frame that is what we call memory.
When we say poetry, it is not always puzzles of word knit one after another. It is feelings pouring beyond thoughts in the moment, beyond mind, beyond the imensity of physical existence ; human being has this hidden potential to transcend on the wings of feelings and reach it's own roots ; memories are one of the best ways to rid onself off from the burden of this insanely moving world. Calm down, remember, meditate, don't run, don't rush....
Some may write poetry, many read while others live it, but there is no one empty of feelings, empty of words, empty of memories. We all share this connection with one another ; human earthly experience probably in different forms is nothing else, but mere reflections of memories common to all.
I shall go on, hand in hand with no regrets in life , but remembrance of gentle breeze from this day ; with the soothing nostalgia that I carry in my heart of the beach and people once my very own, now absolute foreigners . A subtle, yet very very crude existence