Memories
As we walk down the memory lane..
And breath in the air of the past,
Some specific smell reminds us of..
certain particular moments of the past.
As the bits and pieces of the memory..
flows in and fits into the jigsaw puzzle,
The spectre of the past reincarnates..
And stands before us with the old dazzle.
Whether its a spectre or a good genie..
It depends upon you,
For my friend, you are the author of your own past..
That is standing infront of you.
Greet your past with a smile my dear..
Its your past, your legacy, so why fear?
Neither can you change it nor you can modify..
As its so very real that you can never deny.
Shall you be haunted..
by the creepy tentacles of the past,
Bring in so much light..
that it surpasses the shadows of today, your tomorrow's past.
So my friend, open your arms and greet it..
Whether it burns you, or lift your spirits high, lets stand and observe it.
Learn from the mistakes and upgrade your present..
For you are the sole creator of your very present.
Its the reflection of your yesterday and the bud for your tomorrow..
So take care of it my dear, let it not give you any more sorrow.
Lets borrow some moments from the infinite flow of time..
Allow them to rejuvenate your rusty bells so that they can again shine.
Chime out the old, chime in the new..
Chime in the good vibes, that shall redefine you.
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