The Dust lay witness to the neglect,
A jolt of wind, left me sneezing
But I braved all odds, there they lay
The memories caged in silent photographs.
I come back to these sketches
Everytime I feel different.
They allow me to reflect on my past,
What I was and what I have become.
Ever wonder, if these captures do come alive,
Life wouldn't be worth living anymore,
We would want to go back,
Try to hang on to the past, orphaning the future.
The first time I toddled,my graduation,
My newspaper appearence, all have found a place,
They all have gathered dust
But not the ones that have bled our hearts.
I browse through time,
Sometimes I laugh again I cry,
Just want to relive those memories
Want to hold mamma's and pappa's finger forever.
The jolt of wind once more,
Scattering the memories all over the floor,
A wink and I just had a flashback,my life,
A chubby cheek cutie, now a hunk.
The memories ,fond, gather dust,
The eyes water, on every sad memory,
Whatever humane qualities we have,
Are taught by these truths of life, memories.
The photographs keep memories alive,
Memories shouldn't be traced back,
Memories pave the way for a new beginning,
Memories are teachings of life................
