“Lets nurture the thoughts, from the good old days, where the books had all the magic,
Life commences, when the speculation of new, doesn’t allow the end to be tragic.”Simi
I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,
It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,
Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,
From where the drops could anytime fall.
She was a beauty of yesteryears,
I heard the people say,
Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,
In its own gracefully skillful ways.
“As she started arranging her favorite dishes, she stumbled across the one,
Which queued the thoughts of yesteryears, and reminiscences just begun.
The echo of the running children, the breaking of many things,
Though all her dreams had come true, but the time certainly had the swiftest wings.”
Memories i made, i hung them to be dried..
Mountains and sea, deserts too i tried.
Each one was precious, each one unique,
And as time passed, like me, they became antique.”Simi