When silence of the distant doors
Is broken by the crack of memories
A thought arises, peculiarly unique
Deep as oceans, cool as breeze.

You remember the moments lost in the storms of time
The jolly good seasons and the shattering woes
You outline the faces, faded by the light of fortune
The trustworthy friends and the faithful foes.

Slowly however, when they are surrounded by the mist of present

The memories wash away with tears rolling down your cheeks

And you wait for another silent night

When the door of your memories creaks.

1 Comment
  1. Babu Raj 2 years ago

    Nice lines!

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