All that I think, forgotten
all that I observe, forgotten
Cry for help, joyous smile
Lost to time, forgotten in time
Forgotten! Are we all that we remember
or does the forgotten find a secret hideout
And the lost history before love was invented
when will it resurface in our feelings
And the revolutions that couldn’t be
before the ones that set us free
The last words of the lonely dead
in a language forgotten, remains unsaid
Small epiphanies (about self), or the lucky encounters
destroyed by a stray bullet in senseless wars
Our loss magnified by immortal time
Is it not magic sometimes, forgetting?
The memory of civilisations can
become a burden to carry
Our love magnified by immortal time
Is it not divine sometimes, forgetting?
NaPoWriMo Day 6: Today’s (optional) prompt is again drawn from our archives, and builds off our daily resource. Take a look around Poetry International for a poem in a language you don’t know. For example, I grabbed this one in Finnish by Olli Heikkonen. Now, read the poem to yourself, thinking about the sound and shape of the words, and the degree to which they remind you of words in your own language. Use those correspondences as the basis for a new poem.
A day late but I hope to not let the guilt take over so here is a tragedy and an ode to forgetting. I used the German Poem “I Say Everything Twice” to use its rhythm to write about something completely different.
Smoke words every day. 
No guilt needed, this piece is magical!!!! I love the unique format and strength behind your words. This is so beautifully done, Rahul. Especially the ending, it truly stays with the reader. I love how you play with forgetting in your own way. Amazingly done, my friend. Love it 🤍🤗
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Yay, glad you found it magical. It’s so difficult to write with pressure so I try not to feel it and still give it all I can! Thank you for always reading, keeps me going ❤
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You captured the rhythm and made it your own. Lovely! 👍🏽❤️
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