Memories were at rest !
They are coated with a time cream
In a surprise sudden visit!
It introduces me as an invitee
Recollects his individuality
Puts down as black and white color
Savors either scented caking
Or it may curtains with tears
Slurred in between my cerebrations
Indistinctly it signs as past woolgather
Waving a turbulent flow at the shore
Stamps Mothers inner pain
Never displays as an evidence
She smiles in well-favored manner.
My child's play snap clicks
Retention on my old note book
As a peacock feather, it’s my childhood
The memories never wiped out
Until I am alive, along with flow of time
They wake up and think back into
Pain may bring up some wet on my eyes
Pleasure may touch candy flowery smell.
