Memory

 

What never goes from your mind is Memory.
It may be pleasant, poignant, glad or a scary.
It has different shape but progress harmonic
with phony architectures bring us worry.

I always am walk on the memory lane
Collects pearls and store them in rein in pane
I hug them, play with them and spends all my time...
Their presences cleave to me as a sane.

These are like infants and very innocent
no knowledge about the social meant
crawl, walk even dances without music...
makes you travel in past with no dent.

With time it vanish from the mind store
sails on thinking boat, knocking brain door
It makes me feel alive...
and lives in my heart corridor .

Sometime it leaves me with tear
sometime it creates in me a fear.
Sometime it makes me happy...
Every time it reminds me-
                                I am your Memory Dear.