Memory.

The reminiscence of those faint colors

Of the images which haven’t aged..

I smile of those petty seconds

Which were crucial not to fade..

The expression I quiet remember

Of sheer exuberance and content..

I grin again with a pesky attitude

For the moments were filled with pride.

The penury of lost words and notion

Of failed love, lust and foiled feelings

The memories are in bond with the thoughts

And I have to live everyday with the truth.

Since adaptation and coexistence is the essence

We love and loathe some, rest we want to forget!