Memories i

Each passing day like a courier,
comes with picturesque
souvenirs of the past—
with bitter-sweet memories

of memorable moments
lost to the ironic winds of time.

O' what wistful bliss pricks
the heart of man in remembering
the sun-soaked memories
we made in our time

Indelible memories
as keen as the perpetual rising
of the sun at break of day
& its selfsame setting at eve

Which is between us now
crossroads of nostalgia
one cannot feign to forget in a lifetime,
to which lovelorn,
I ache to return

like a weary voyager
to the soothing air of home,
when like a crab, I crawl
my way back in retrospection
down memory lane

to the good old days
of rainbows and starry nights
when we kept dusk at bay
with passionate eyes
brighter than sunrise

when the soothing sun
daily beamed radiant and gay.

Alas how dreamfully
I crave those sunny days
and wish, like wretched beggars
for steeds they may never ride

that the sun does not set today
and deprive me of this vintage.