Memories are hard to die

Memories are so hard to die
How I wish some of them could be a lie

How hard I try to forget them
Clung like a thorn on a cactus stem

How I wish they would erase away
Like a cloth that rubs the chalk away

Memories are good and bad
Most of them make me sad

I have tried to leave them behind
But they keep poking my mind

Not one night passes without tears
They are the worst of everyone's fears

Filled with people, places and things
Forming pictures like a dead spring

Been running away all this time
Can it be called a real crime?

Every day I try to hide

How they could have just died

Memories are so hard to die
How I wish some of them could be a lie

Things that remind me of you

Movies in Sunday afternoon
uproar in a silent office room

Walking down the stairs
Holding hands ignoring stares

Having fun every now and then
giving surprises you know when

Walking on the wet sand
Holding each others hands

Bringing smile to each other's face
Sharing secrets face to face

Dealing with the world in our own way

Praying for each other every other day

Gone are days gone are the laughs\

Things that remind me of you

If only you knew.

Happy New Year

The Candy Box

Three kids, each with a candy box in hand. You go to the first one and ask for a candy. He holds up the candy box to you and you are free to choose whatever flavour you like to have. You try the same with the second kid. He flatly refuses to share.  You try again with the third kid. He doesn't hold up the candy box to you. He carefully picks one candy from the many ones in the candy box and offers it to you.  He gives you the flavour he doest like or the flavour he likes the least. You are free to take it or leave it. That my friends is called life.