Like Rust Soaked in the 'Iron'ies of Life...

Geography changes...
History doesn't
History remains buried like a corpse in the graveyard of time...
Waiting for reawakening...
Waiting for rejuvenation...

History breathes through recollections...
The Past is an old friend...
Decomposing like rust...
Soaked in the 'iron'ies of life...

Talking about the past...
An old woman used to sit along the sidewalk selling red roses...
now only withered flowers is what one finds there...
Abandoned hospitals, abandoned asylums, abandoned cities, abandoned people, abandoned memories...

A place which once existed as reality now lies on the fringes of decay...

A celebrated actress fettered in the shackles of her own image and consciousness gives in to abnormality and finally invites her death...

A hospital which once served as the birthplace of some... now celebrates its doomsday

An asylum where mentally unstable people found stability in one another... no longer exists...
Decaying floor, the ceiling falls apart...
just like the minds of those that once inhabited the place...

A whore-house once celebrated for its revelries... now stinks of rotten semen slithering through its polychromatic chambers

A city once flourishing with music and dance... now lies in the ruins of memories and the dearth of unfulfilled desire...

Hostels, hotel rooms, restaurants, movie theaters, trains...
every bit of this earth we dwell upon...
has been traversed sometime or another by another person...
every place you might stay in might have been infested with the soul of another...
a part of us remains in the depths of places...in the depths of time...

Cities have mushroomed over the debris of the dead
Monuments have been erected on time's ashes...

History remains unfettered...
People die...
Past lives on...
Camouflaged in the history of time...
Time...
That can never be relived...