Oblivious memories

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,

Without risk,

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.

© Maya