Random Ramblings of a Reluctant Blogger

The ink in the pen dries,
Memory fades.
Fades? Not really.
They jumble, entagle each other.
Beyond recognition.
That’s why you need words.
Words, jot it down, they say,
What do they know?
I am good with words.
I just have to fill in the crossword boxes.
Starting with U, usefull, useless?
What they don’t know is,
I know many words,
they haven’t heard of.
Memorget, for one.
He, he, I won’t tell them.
Another one, across, starts with B.
Yes. Birthday. My birthday, today.
The lady is waiting,
“Slowly,” she says helping me into the bathtub.
Funny, I am all of 27, healthy, virile, energetic.
And telling me!
I allow her to imagine I am old.
The water is warm, inviting,
For my old cracking bones,
Engulfing, comforting,
Like my wife’s embrace.
She is preparing my favourite meal.
The aroma wafts.
Nose does not forget.
I sit across a young man,
Chess board in between.
He comes often,
Plays well, not great though.
His eyes very, very familiar.
Like my wife’s.
Rook sacrifice. Rookie,
Doesn’t know he’s playing a Grandmaster.
I don’t falll for it.
80 odd years of experience pays.
His eyes well up.
Always does, when he knows he’s beat.
I wonder why?
The beautiful lady is handing him a sheet of papers.
He’s now jotting something.
Good, that way you don’t forget.
Doe-eyed, dimple in her cheeks,
She always responds to my wife’s name.
Everyone here does,
Don’t know why,
Good, for me though,
I don’t remember any other.
Will have to tell my wife.
At times the mind is quite,
Very, very quiet
A silence that is unnerving.
That’s why you need words.
I know a lot, new ones too.
Ghuoljkytreses for one.
And then,
Makarakundlavam.
Must jot it down.
Before the memory fades and the ink dries.