Movement of Memories

By Pavithra Sivakumar

Mysteries mist over, gathering in our minds.

Soul-searching was daunting, moving amidst the chaos.

We ran for answers, energy unquenched,

Seeking a truth we couldn’t name.

We ran.

Be light, my heart, in the middle of everything and nowhere.

I see your crystalline gaze reflecting,

Each memory floating, crystal-clear, yet fleeting.

One by one, moments flash back,

A rush of faces and places, fragments of life.

Startled, stranded, the seconds pass,

And I stumble upon the movement—

The movement of my memories moving past.

In the structured present, I stand here,

And I find that my search and my answers—

Are, and always have been, within.

By Pavithra Sivakumar