golden memories returning in my dreamy solifadeness
like long ago washed away pebbles
blows again like a strong gust of wind
wetting our eyes with tears carrying different
different stories with each drop of it
sometimes bringing a smile on our face
Memories reflecting the shadow of
the life that passed, the days we lived,
the nights we dreamed, the rains we drenched
all sparks again in a tick of clock
here comes a hole in the heart
when we see the faces that we forget
afterall this is the moment we realise
an era of our life is getting over every second we live
and it is what I believe ....The Moment of Truth
