Wrapped in the folds of time,

my sweet memories play inside,

Leaping  and skidding  within,

the old golden times of mine…

Sweet, sour,touching,

 they never get jumbled,

neither their egos, 

either get crumbled….

Innocent ,playful, stringent ,

smitten by persons or circumstances,

treasured and stacked in between,

amongst the thousands lying ,

in the old memories shelf…

they are bounded by time…

Dusts of time, curtains of belief,

cover and refrain the valuable ones,

from getting older,

in the mind and in the heart …

for times in near future…

Where r u lost  in these  pages ! O ! seer!

your throne is bedecked now,

For you to be…

… throned with the  gear


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