Memories

Possess you, the power to elevate ones mood, and make one feel Elite. You can make one, plunge into melancholy, For the reason that may sound too silly. Plethora of happiness, from memories you derive Possess they the power, to make departed folks alive. As though, to the past we are clung. Like a kite held by the string. But then, comes the ceaseless time. And helps fade the memories once thought, prime. Engrossed deeply in one's chores, the life goes on.. Realising that, one can't reclaim the days foregone. Shed your tears in happiness or sorrow in those memories. But soon, put it aside in the treasury. Cause, the time circle waits for none. Until on this earth, one's life is done. Yogita-