Rendezvous with Memory.

Memory is a linear equation

joining dots on nostalgia's graph.

Memories, moments and a rendezvous with tales of yore!

A year gone by in a fraction of a second.

Leaving behind an emotionally turbulent jigsaw,

perambulating through life's shores.

Happiness, grief, sucess, loss, a year carries an eternity at times.

Surfing through the ocean of samsara,

memory is the grass sprouting on the gravestone.

On a lonely winter afternoon, it keeps you warm

It acts as an amulet in the race of life.

 The colour of memories is lilac.

It spray-paints our lives with its incandescent hue.

Memories shine like fireflies on gloomy days.

 I am in love with the memories that didn't love me back.

Like the wind sketching the afternoon,

memories draw life's portraits with acute finesse.

Memory is the sawdust gradually settling on the old wooden furniture

That lies untouched in the corner of a room.

Memory is like a drunken lullaby

That puts the moon to sleep on a low-tide night.

Memories are footsteps to the cosmos

Bearing the chalice of yesteryears.

Memory is like the mist settling on the leaves on a winter morning.

Like a rusty evening immersed in carmine bohemia!

Memories leave your unfinished stories on the bosom of the sky

Very often memories make you fall headlong

 Into the mire of wistfulness.