Being Self

Today my life is filled with hand full of memories And as I unleash them one by one My heart murmurs the lost sound Song of happiness and song of sad moments Every sound has significance in my life And every sound is eager to come back once again To take me back and complete the half left songs I am in a hope to release the glory of the past. Present is not letting me to look back And future is calling me to come forward But the past is trying to pull me back I have won the battle by being the self.