Flipping through he channels <br />The channels of my life <br />I met wounded memories <br />Through this painful drive <br />Where I found some crying smiles <br />And traces of laughing pains <br />All living idle in my world <br />In empty chambers of fain <br />Where I saw myself living <br />In the life of my dreams <br />Where troubles were all gathered <br />Around me in wondering stream <br />Where splashes of ending realities <br />Were vivid in my mind <br />And nostalgic memories spread shadow <br />And passionate waves of different kinds <br />And there I just stood quietly <br />And kept looking for some more <br />some more mysterious waves <br />To erase past memories from before <br />And there I found sorrows growing <br />And taking over moments of delight <br />And leaving uncertanity in my life <br />And turning off the happiness light <br />And then I realized at the end <br />This inseperable painful bends <br />Will never let me treat my wounds <br />Till I die and meet my life's end.<br /><br />Seema Chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-memories/
