We dwell in the adobe of yester years
And the moments we have been through,
So much that we tend to think
What we have been through are the real moments.
And we long for them again and again
Only to realize life goes forward and not backwards
It’s the river of shared sunshine..sorrows..and life..
We long for a repeat of that face we met that day
That talk we had on a window
That other smile we miss so much..or
That other moment when we talked happy things..
But life..it just goes on…
Just like spring forgets the flowers which smiled on it
Or like a summer forgets the last rain it had..
We all forget the talks..the moments..the shared smiles..
And we call it a day.
We fill our life with work..Stuffs..and we tend to be more logical..
Only to realize later..we should not have missed that moment..
We should not have missed those persons..
The past moments are not gone moments..
It just flows in front of us. we fail to see it
With our golden sunglass covering us..
And we call our self happy beings …
What a joke called life..