Memories..

Few memories are the life,
they are the breath.
They shine, they sparkle,
they embrace, forever.

Your youth, your cheer,
empowers your picture,
as you grow,
as you hold, responsibilities.
Those moments remain,
as loveable, as is the connection,
of water, in oceans, in streams.
The power that is purely yours,
that you hold on to it,
with your open heart and liquid eyes.
The age is but a number,
treasures are but those memories.

The innocence with which,
once you had danced.
The affection with which,
you had held your friends hand.
The times you had spent,
at the ice cream parlour;
yes, I talk of those days,
that shall come back to your mind,
as you pass those stalls later on.
Traces of your friendship,
with those roads, shall forever incline.