Down The Memory Lane

Try much though my best to let go

Try as much I can to forget the past

But End of Day

Your untold story keeps coming

Unannounced down the memory lane

 

It has been ages, for sure

Since we met or spoke

There has not been a single day

When I did not look at the window

To see if some shadow takes your shape

And whisper- it is not over yet.

 

The Midsummer night’s dream is coming to an end

Nights have turned into nightmare

Does not matter

For whom the bell tolls

I find a slow but certain decay

 

Life’s greatest tales are those

That tell us of the saddest thoughts

Well, that has been the lesson ingrained in history so far

And likely to continue so now and forever