As far as the day I remember of my past
Till date when I write this,
Every moment is a memory.
Inseparable part, invisible companion.
People change, relationships break.
Wheel of life, turns on new ways.
Today, I am writing this.
Tomorrow, it’ll also be in memories.
I whenever make an attempt
To portray these in the canvas of note,
My pen prefers only to shake.
Unable to reconcile the scattered thoughts
Some hidden in indiscernible light
Some lost in the way of life
Sometimes give smile to a pale face
Beautiful place to be visited often
But not to stay, brings tears to my eyes.
Life, a chariot shows new wonders everyday
But these memories cannot be replaced anyway.