The reminiscence of those faint colors
Of the images which haven’t aged..
I smile of those petty seconds
Which were crucial not to fade..
The expression I quiet remember
Of sheer exuberance and content..
I grin again with a pesky attitude
For the moments were filled with pride.
The penury of lost words and notion
Of failed love, lust and foiled feelings
The memories are in bond with the thoughts
And I have to live everyday with the truth.
Since adaptation and coexistence is the essence
We love and loathe some, rest we want to forget!
