Dreams to Memories

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Mon Mar 30 2026

Dreams- memoirs of the heart-
Came, saw and bid me goodbye.
When at night, escaped me that art,
Memories visit to sing a lullaby.
The richest treasure known to man,
Wealth of path- both blessed and cursed;
Seems to work towards a plan,
To make sense of the hurt which I’ve nursed.
To live the moments beneath the dirt,
Of the first fall, resilience and win;
The first love, hope and hurt;
And the first fight with the foe and kin.
From firsts to lasts, the memories bend,
The last ‘goodbye’, ‘please’, and ‘never’;
The last beginning, middle and end;
To the last time I dreamt forever.
No matter what I saw tonight,
I shut my eyes with hope again;
To relive tomorrow, the memories’ kite,
Which, against my lost dreams, strain.