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?

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Geetha Jayakumar

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