Revolting the periphery Of my bound solitude, The space which warbled Melodies of my life. Illusioned I moved Enchanting showy love, Blinded in hallucination Nothing else I examined. The prickle of sweet lies Pierced my tender heart Mistaken, I sensed them as The tickling feelings. When I headed too distant The sword of truth Brought me to sense, It was difficult to revert. My flesh lamented With dripping blood. I let the limit shrink and Welcome honest faces.
We live with the people and create moments which later become memories. Some of them we foster in our hearts and some of them need to be forgotten. Sometimes, we have pictures in the form of memories while sometimes, they reside like visions. We recall memories to feel people close to ourselves. A rhyme poem on memories:
Decorated memories on canvas of heart, Closest of them act like the painting base, Numerous others enhance intriguing space, Complement each other as the lives start.
Memories are paints, symbols of emotion, They aren’t spilled in random brush stroke, Rather, people of different kinds provoke Colors to manifest shapes in life’s motion.