Remorse – Meenas Poems

He called her in a frequency
wanting to know in buoyancy.
She kept answering him in relevance
telling him of the outcome with patience.
He was not in a mood to accept the delay
forced her to come out with an inlay.
She in a measured tone gave her reply
telling him of her plight in going with him .

He persisted on his way of approach
while she wanted nothing of reproach.
Being in such approval and disapproval
their talk became a quarrel of reprisal.
he then took a drastic decision
that of breaking from her in haste.

Shocked she was but got over it at once.
She walked away without a glance.
He sat there motionless and in trance
Patching up seemed to be out of chance.
He then feeling for his impetuosity
had to walk away with great remorse.

Dementia

Of late , this symptom has become a serious disorder . The loss of memory, lack of attention,drawl in speech,unable to solve problems, failure to identify apt words, are some of the cognitive disorders associated with this disease.Aged are affected. This is mostly incurable.

Obsession and distractions lead to dementia at times. Forgetfulness is a mild form of this disorder. My memory is amazing. I remember incidents that happened a few decades back.Dates of important events get registered in my mind. Names of people I meet never get erased from my memory. Stinging comments , humiliating experiences remain fresh in my brain.

The pride of my memory, got diffused a few days back. I booked an air ticket. I booked it online. Took a print out of the e ticket. A day before my departure, I glanced at the print out. Gosh! It was absolutely erroneous. A serious aberration was staring at me , as I had purchased the ticket by inter changing the city of origin with the place of destination. The ticketing was done a fortnight back. How did I miss it?. How did I do that? I was ashamed of my forgetfulness.
Then , I had to rush through the cancellation of my ticket. Thank God! as it was refundable order , I lost only 250 Rs. The amount , though small,. was a result of my digression.
I was in a disarray the whole day. The memory, a very precious asset of mine , is slowly taking leave of me. What will happen , if this alarming piquancy persists?If this continues , I may not know who I am? I may not know , where do I belong?I may not know ,how I live? My remorse kept me sleepless, and distraught. But , my memory , came out from its slumber. Patting gently,it said “you are going too far. This is a transitory set back. Be cheerful”.

Shirking my disenchantment ,I rose up from my reverie, with a hope , that such mistakes will not recur , as my friend Memory has assured a renewed vigour in its performance.