In this phase of life
When memory starts shrinking
And innumerable curses follow from the past.
There’s enough time to revitalise those moments ,
Turning open the album of oblivion,
With shivering fingers.
Mind stuck on one of them,
Speaks in slow voice remembering those memorable stories.
In every new maze,
In the ups and downs of life,
Regret of missing a lot is always there.