Remember
A wonderful recount of things as days and nights drone out of thought. There’s backlashing which includes the passing of moments which go beyond those weighing nights. It’s like all the numbing and thumbing leading into a final deliverance! Much like the certitude flowing into exodus !

It’s a scene I might forget to keep
It passes swifter into forever as I speak,
In that : nothing hides , it’s all bare but blatantly bleak
A Jasmine by that cottonwood tree
A nostalgia leaning back into silence as I seek
Now on trees these leaves 🍃
weave clusters by which comes ethereal green,
With sprightly birds tussling over a thousand bees and thereby gently going off to sleep
And while each day flows into the night as it gently creeps,
Giving a feel: In all this, I too exist !
For the rolling days , I have never missed..
And for the dreams that did catch on indeed ,
Growing, in time, it all included all that —disbelief, misbelief and of course unbelief !
Ever stringing together into that mind’s eye in full streams
All passing me by out of life and into that distance ‘running into bleak…
☝️ ****🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫
© ✍️ Madhu Goteti March 25th, 2026🦋 🦋 🦋
P.S: Remembering this ☝️ felt moment as the new beginnings, turn and grow , increasingly into the future —With days: where I was once not, I shall be remembered twice —- unshaken and unstoppable!
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!




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