Basket of Memories

One day everything gets old,
days and nights also get old
and so do people and their things,
some come back
and repeat old things,
some never come back
and go in the blue folds of oblivion,
but their blissful memories
stay forever in and around me,
the basket of memories
gets heavier every day,
but I never feel heavy…

People ask me,
do they have the same memories
that you carry with you always?
I meekly ask,
if connection is necessary
for a relationship?
I have so many connections
in my contact list of cellphone,
but not all are in my heart…

My heart remains connected
to a few hearts that I adore,
irrespective of what they think,
every relationship has two ends,
I have kept my end alive,
when the other end feels so,
it can reconnect
with my ever willing heart
with a new freshness,
but with the same flavour…

–Kaushal Kishore

images: pinterest



  1. “but their blissful memories
    stay forever in and around me,
    the basket of memories
    gets heavier every day,”
    Love the way you pictured this. So many only remain in memories…beautifully written! 💞💞💞

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  2. Thank you, Kaushal, for the Basket of Memories, which we will carry with us after reading your wonderful, philosophical thoughts.
    Every word of your eloquent poem is worth reading twice and reflecting upon its
    deep meaning. Brilliant start to the day for some of us in this part of the world and well added by your marvelous, as always, presentation.


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    1. I’m overwhelmed with your loving words and deep reflections that truly mean more than I can say in words. I’m humbled and honoured, Joanna! Thank you for your unwavering support, as always!


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