Monday, 1 June 2015

~Memories~

Memories....
The  uninvited guests, who knock the door, suddenly, and surprise you with a visit.
Enter inside ,and envelope you with the warm presence of beautiful, and pleasant, unforgettable memories!

Sometimes they make us smile,
And sometimes sadden or grieve, leaving us with watery eyes.

They are Pretty like the Flowers...
So precious  and so dear.

Something held closely, to be treasured in a box, decorated with gems and pearls.
You open it...
And Memories, they like the colorful butterflies, quickly spread out its wings and fly!

Oh! The lovely, sweet fragrance, they leave behind,
When you remember, your beloved or someone you dearly care.

It glitters our eyes, when we recollect and imagine the funny and wonderful, childhood moments of Joy!

They are the refreshing and sparkling raindrops, pouring from the sky.
Innumerable like the twinkling stars of night.

Amusing , as the sea waves, that reaches us, and wets our feet,on a beach.

And when you dive in , deep into the vast ocean of memories...
You see the blurred vision of people,
Who met you as Angels, made you smile, held your hand, and helped you, in the journey of life.

As you swim, further deep, in the foamy waters of memories...
You soon reach the surface, covered in dull shades of dark and gray hues.
Where lies hidden and concealed.
The memories that make you sorrow and weep.

Some secrets untold,
Some past offenses and scars of previous wounds...

They silently , draw near and whisper in our ears.

They are the golden autumn leaves of past,
That falls down quietly , from the tree.
An adorable, timeless portrait, painted in different shades.

It is the faint moonlight, that beams through the window, into our dark room.
A true companion to the lonely.
And ,A soothing, silk cushion of tender comfort and ease.

Sad & happy,
Beautiful or ugly,
Yet, wonderful , delightful and sweet.

How amazingly.....
Memories make our life complete!!!

By ~Sybil Samuel


(Image originally from :petapixel.com , includes further editing done to it for the purpose of the subject)

M I S S I N G

they found a body breathing with lungs full of nothingness  hands tied to the oppressions of the age his eyes blankly staring at the silence...