gone are the days!

my heart once broke and broke for all
a memory i had kept so long, had perished to fall

for one fine day it came to me like a silent kill
and said -


" gone r the days... gone r the moments...
the only hope one can hold on to are memories and memories alone...
the older they are the better they get"




i need not wish to forget these words, as they come from what i had loved!
i need not need to leave them behind, as i prefer to face them all

memories indeed that makes thy life! ?
what if memory defeats thy fall
thy pride
thy desires
thy innocence

the thief took it all