A poem...will past remain as a false memory? No , it was not a lie or old story or a dream

The thing I had seen in you for ages and 

Centuries, I can see no more

Is it a curse or our heightened stupidity

Or a karmic effect, a kind of blessings for me 

To grow  and hence a blessing with all 

Built in suffering and inexplicable pain..

Was it a dream then, something that one could forget

it like a dream or a short story to be forgotten

No i can't believe it was a false perception or feeling

Nor is it ancient history or a lie ..yes past can't be

A false memory..

Look at the rainbow in the winter sky or on a rainy day,

The countless stars in the dark night

The lovely roses of different shades of colour

With beautiful thorns enveloping them and other plants

 too transmitting fragrance to attract the bees

And of course the tall mountains, deep oceans

They all have the freshness of the dew and retain

All the glory and legacy of nature.

Then how is it that and why is it that 

I can't see in you what I saw once, long ago

I do understand you as I have understood me 

Being connected genetically and intellectually

This drama has been enacted by the supreme 

He knows what's good for all of us 

Forget who is right and who is wrong

We must get out of the egoistic journey 

and start smiling at the absurdity and uncertainty 

Of life ,the fragile life like a glass window

Against which I had a head  on  collusion, the other day

I have less years to live by,

If my life span is destined to be long 

My only prayer is I must move without

Anyone's

Note this poem was  help and walk through life 

Towards death with smile on the face

At the appointed hour.

Yes my dear life is beautiful

Suffering is the spice of life

Luxurioous life is boring  and devoid of charm

You are always with me, like you were earlier

And you will be in distant future too and 

during after life too, for ever...

Note

This poem was written today morning

But while typing now the entire format has changed

The contours of the lines have fallen from somewhere

A request for the readers...we come here only once 

We shall not travel back through time ..let us live at each moment. Love and labour and remain happy with a smile on our lips always.

We shall not forget to laugh at our own stupidity and also at the shallow and crooked democracy of ours