Glopowrimo 23 Forgetting

The force of Forgetting is

Negative

But no less powerful than 

Remembrance.

I know this now

When sufficient overflow of memory bank

Necessitates random deletion.

These days

Prized choice memories

Are vague blurred filling my mind

With unease.

They had defined my world

How did they fade away and

Vanish?

What I thought writ in indelible ink

Lo, had become invisible ink

Then....

No amount of heat or stress applied

Could recall their essence

A true and total disappearance.

Some things stay

The colours of mummy's sari

The day I got married

Some things

Poof! The magician Time 

Waves away.

I rack my brains 

On a funny wishbone

Obstinately I cudgel the grey cells,

Was I in the front seat of the car

With my designated driver, (and first

Boyfriend),

Whilst my gorgeous rival darted coy barbed glances

From the recesses of the back seat?

The heart knows now

It hardly mattered then,

But then,

When Forgetting was a necessity

It kept the flames alive.

Only when 

My thirst quenched

And I put out the fire muse,

The mind began to recognize

Devaluation and erase

Agonized remembrance.

Truly...

The act of Forgetting

Is quite a force

To reckon with.

It keeps me awake at night

Wondering what have I 

Forgotten?

What has the heart deemed

Unimportant

And erased from mind's slate?

And finally,

The act of Forgetting perhaps

Is painless.

But, the memory of obliteration

Of something once vital 

That has been wiped off 

obliviated, expunged,

Is not.

And Forgetting, 

I may still remember

The heart pangs of what

'I forgot.'

(c) Amrita Valan 2018