Poems on Memory by Deepali Gupta

Poetry doesn't have to be complicated and rhythmic and making sense to the reader. It has to do a lot with talking your mind. Deepali and her runs remind us of our earlier days as budding artists. Aren't we all but just a bunch of escapers flying across time?

Check for yourself.

A series of thoughts that feel like almost a poem

• I sit somewhere far from my mind, I guess. I feel unkempt and empty.

• I am mindlessly scrolling from outside to inside and back, avoiding meeting my thoughts. The thoughts that push me even further away.

• I have been missing people. People from the darkest rooms of my mind, people that once crossed my path.

• I just want to be by the garden amongst the flowers. Watch colours and hope they would somehow become me.

• Ah! I am running away again.

• I stare out into noise and spaces.

• Memory has teeth.

Breakthrough

I sat quietly by my emotions yesterday.

They showed me a book.

The book had some wilted flowers on them.

Some feelings lost and from before.

I certainly do not remember when I left them

alone and so far abandoned.

or why I felt so much.

I’m growing weary with each turning page.

Delving deeper into images of me

in the past, across these feelings.

I want this book to pass by

and turn into a memory again.

Artwork: The persistence of memory by Salvador Dalí. Source: The Museum of Modern Art Website.

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For the love of art,

Deepali Gupta