Glory days ahead!

Glory days ahead!
And they will always remain ahead. That’s the truth. That’s the fact and that’s the tragedy…

Everyone’s got some really fine memories. Memories which could be described as the golden moments… how many of them were golden when fresh?
What is gold but a sepia tinge of time smoothening out the odd imperfections of every moment as the time passes?

And what is time?

What is life?

What is to be alive?

I have lost the sense of being live human being. From where I see myself, I am just a memory making machine. All the thoughts and feelings are the incident rays which will develope in memories. Buy some, sell some, eat some, chew some, love some, hate some, live some, observe some.
It’s always a past and its always dead. Does it smell?

Queen says, “No.”

Afterall she can afford the perfume that I can’t. She lives in the palace. I live in the republic. She can sentence me and I can only borrow the sentence. She has lost all the memories. She lives in the present. She is cold and she is brutal. There is no future to her either for she can never make predictions based on prior memories.
All these fools around me, admire her and say, it’s because she has lost her memories.
Huh… it isn’t for nothing that I call them fool…
I know, its because of that perfume.

It is sickening than dead memories…