PaSt, BaCk aNd GoNE....

They say there's a world beyond what we perceive, and what we understand. It's dark, and is concealed by a veil of mystery that doesn't allow silly, stupid and selfish humans into it's profound recesses. Well, obviously I don't know what's in it, because of those cobwebs of egotistical thoughts that have combobulated themselves into this puzzling conundrum I call life. Three years down the lane, I can recall a million moments I'd want to relive. Each minute ticks on, leaving behind vestiges of the past; the good, the bad and the ugly. I find myself delving into the ocean of memories my existence reminds me of, the people I met and left behind. But they don't exist anymore, and I wonder why. Time, people and places lilt incoungruously over the patina of my life woven around a myriad of relationships, acquaintances, rendezvous and conversations that have come, gone and faded away. Some of those memories are bright, fresh and vivid, like they happened yesterday. I can recall some others in snatches, the mangled remains of all the happenings. While some others have been distorted out of shape, completely wrecked out of my memory. What's left of everything is a handful of memoirs I'd always preserve carefully within those deep alcoves of my mind, the ones that remind me of what I was, and what I have become post the unforgettable experiences I owe the people I have known. Yeah, that's my visa to the past. There's a point at which I find the confluence of past and the present culminating into a wild, bizzare and outrageously colourful canvas of my life. Nothing lasts forever, that's a cliche. The guy who said that must've been joking. Memories do.