Shadows From the Past

Strident voices come to me From all places, From all times To dwell in my head. They are voices of the past that call upon me Aloud, Aloud, Very aloud To awaken the sleeping memories To make them alive again But, Where is the past ? Where is the good time I had ? I looked for it In old pictures, In mirrors Where are the people who used to be around ? I looked for them In all places, Between the letters of their speech In vain. I walked down, all alone the narrow streets of life Asking time to show me Where the threads of the past exist ? In green fields ? In dark clouds ? In the wise Sun ? Or maybe within me ? Yes, It’s all in me Just in me. They are in my head They are in my heart They are in my veins Everything leaves its eternal shadow People, Places, Feelings, Words, Smiles, Tears, And later the waves bring them safe to me Even thee, Even me In our turn will become a memory, Faint shadows in the scheme of life Life itself will turn into nothing but a memory, A dark hollow in the vacuum of the universe Either we accept it Or not This is an ancient tenet And what gives beauty to our reality.