Memory

By Ramish Rahim Shah

In the quiet corners of the mind,

Where shadows of yesteryears unwind,

A tapestry of moments, finely spun,

Threads of laughter, tears, and sun.

Whispers of a time long past,

Echoes that were meant to last,

Fleeting as the morning dew,

Yet ever vivid, ever true.

Faces framed in golden light,

Stories told by candlelight,

Soft embraces, heartfelt sighs,

Underneath the starlit skies.

Forgotten dreams, familiar songs,

In the heart where they belong,

A gentle touch, a fleeting glance,

Rekindled in a wistful trance.

The scent of rain on summer days,

Footsteps down forgotten ways,

Faint reminders, sweet and tender,

Of a time we still remember.

Moments etched in fragile glass,

Reflecting all the years that pass,

A mosaic of the times we’ve known,

A testament to how we’ve grown.

For memory is a sacred art,

Imprinted deep within the heart,

A living bridge from then to now,

A timeless gift, a solemn vow.

By Ramish Rahim Shah