It’s Sunday morning, after so many days I have penned
something and been missing it. Last few days were good, met a school friend
after long time and revisited the old time again. I realized that whatever
happens, how far we reached in our lives, our memories are never going to be
change. Time changes everything, and I
believe in this philosophy but there is one thing where time can’t make any
changes, and that is our memories.
Time has changed still those memories are completely
untouched,
Different from our today’s life, completely pure and
unplugged,
Holding them in our hands, and turning the pages again,
It seems our tired soul has found a way to revitalize the
things,
After a long time, it is going to calm the fire inside by
pouring them in the memory's rain,
The way they were written at that time and the way they are
today,
Without any conspiracy and selfishness, they are beautiful
than anyone have ever thought,
They don’t need any special space or any special blog to
keep themselves alive,
They have enough inside and splashing our lives to end the
existing drought,
You are innocent as a child and far away from any changes that we have
today,
I know you have adorned yourself as per our choices and waiting
for us to visit you again and again,
You have given a kind of credence to yourself that we
will remain same,
Whenever I will have time, I will come to you, hold your hands and
walk on the empty lane.
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