Memories

By Smita Mahto

Time cannot steal the treasure

we carry in our hearts

The treasure chest has a lock

And, memories are its key.

When you open it someday

You'll find some tears, some longings

few unsaid words

And, regret and pain saddle

At the bottom.

And you'll realize

What, once you find

Trinket of the present,

Is now,

Treasure of the past.

Memories are so strange

They give you happiness and pain

The only thing that could last forever

And could travel miles to reach you howsoever.

Everything around you can change

But memories remain the same

They're the only thing you ever want to share

It grows sweeter with the passing of years.

Memories are the dried love,

And the smell of the withered rose as Remembrance,

Memories are the picture frame

And return ticket to the moments

Gone.

Memories are the poems she wrote

And knitting the stories she once had

Dreamt.

We miss the loving embrace of arms,

Or those voices we knew so well

Or that presence of breath you know for so long

And, whose smile is dear to you of all.

Today when the memories are just in

the facebook posts,

Your memories are intact in my heart

like an open book filled with

stories from the past.

You're my treasured memory

And you'll always be.

By Smita Mahto