Memories!

Few Memories were written In sands of shore Though tides of time went wiping by But it sank deep down my heart. Bitter Memories were to be buried alive Though they were of dead past I buried it everyday at midnight But the very next sunrise I carried it alive with me. It just took away the present from me I just sat staring at the dead past. Many painful tears I shed on each day thinking of scars. I continued it shedding painful tears till today. Why do I hang on to past so deep? Why I am not able to take one step towards present? When I living in present wearing a glasses of past Glasses are faded out, I am too worn out Why can't I see myself in my mirror And make me realize where these past have left me in present? ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014.