Its arduous to utter every word,
every picture that comes to my head.
Every glimpse that’s invisible to the eyes,
which broaden my smile or make my eyes wet.
The resplendence of those flashbacks
which can alter the course of my motion,
and sets me to ponder reluctantly
over streams of cognitive emotion.
My conscience side is the one which attract or rebels
the memories which are perpetually Inked on the pebbles.
Covering my forehead with inconspicuous fret lines,
certain memories only make me suffer.
Depriving me from the optimism i have,
this pessimistic heart makes it all tougher.
The voice of wisdom knows it all
but the compunctive mind fades away the sound.
Its just a matter of fortitude to overcome the grief
but strong are the jaws of these despicable hounds.
The road ahead is wide and that’s where I should prance,
and let these dismal memories be engraved in my ignorance.
A jovial thought delights up the mood
Alas! incessant marvelling upon them wont lead me ahead.
Turning back and clapping for my journey
makes me volatile to the slightest dread.
A moment of laughter is always a bliss
and a better laugh is there is what I should know,
my tenacity to hard work should not get mismatched
so a clip of good memory should not be considered a show.
Its not gonna vanish as its in me within,
good memories will always be threaded under my skin.