Let us not make memories,
They come and fly by.
Flow deep down and surface,
Then,in moment they die.
The thoughts float on clouds,
They drift to a place,
No boundation on memories ,
of this time and space.
The flashes of the life,
Of days and decade,
Then slowly they slip away,
With memories which fade.
We,shrouded with smiles,
by memories which stay,
But the ones which linger,
Are as painful as they may..
