Wings of Memories
Wings of Memories
I dug into the sands of time; where my carcass lays,
I saw the wooden bones intact; but saw no trace of days.
Perhaps into the abysmal blue; they adorn the tense of past;
Beaming morns or sobbing nights; all got coalesced at last.
My memories like those autumn leaves; embellish the floor.
Golden hues beam upright; beyond my mundane door.
Little soul when learned to walk; dreamt to run the earth,
No sullen clouds in pristine heart could tamper with the mirth.
Days would make me soar in pride; fluttering wings in sky;
Nights would bring down tranquil thoughts for dreams to ponder by.
Beads of memories weaved in strings created garland sets;
For my ashened soul perhaps when it seeked for fates.
Sitting alone by the shore; I saw those floating clouds;
Carrying hues of a thousand tales; they never speak aloud.
They float in hush till the day destiny pulls them down;
And as raindrops; held in flecks; they drench the mortal town.
Into the dust my ashes breathe; once a cloud in sky;
Carrying memories as the rains; my soul had learned to fly.
Here beneath the sands of time; my carcass speaks no more;
Staring beyond the abysmal blue; I saw my final door.