A culvert opens on your face <br />But what if the face is a desert <br />With no stream or river? <br />Life merely an expression <br />That a voice gives away <br />Existence a dream already lived. <br /> <br />Everything desired is happening <br />While tomorrow comes <br />Cruising on past possibilities <br />Present sadness recedes into a vault <br />One that has no key <br />Opening just enough <br />To let memories pile in untidy heaps <br />Letting nothing out, nothing out at all <br />Now turning off the light is a formality <br />A feckless goodbye to Now.<br /><br />uday balakrishnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gossamer-webs-of-memories/
