The Post

It lurks in the nooks and corners of my memory,

Surfacing and knocking cheerily now and then,

Hoping to find a canvas to land on,

So that the untold story unfolds for all to hear.

The events, the witness and the churn,

All take turns to play out the mind game,

To replay the history, to add the mystery,

To set a rule for the future to adhere.

The actors, long gone by relive through it,

To the present ones I lend my mind space,

Deleting what is unnecessary,

Retaining the pearls for future such strings.

It serves dual purpose,

The catharsis for the writer, the insight for the reader,

And maybe an immortal life for the thought itself,

For, it finally finds an abode.

The cycle goes on and on,

Bubbling effervescently, budding nascently, blossoming fragrantly,

Is that how knowledge builds block by block?

The written word rules supreme.