Memories

So strange are these 

we call them memories

 

while everything else in this world changes

only left behind are , memories which remains

 

time changes and so do people and feelings, but not memories

so much like the fan hanging on the ceiling

 

time passes by and we don't even realize

so many  laughs have changed into cries

 

while i was living those unforgettable  special moments

those have become memories, that would remain unchanged 

 

so many are these, good and bad, sorrows and worries

all i hold on tight are simply some unforgettable memories 

 

when i am living those moments again, my heart feels so lite 

my happiness knew no bounds all around me is only white

 

i close my eyes and went far away in that past 

which some time back i wanted it forever to last 

 

so beautiful are these memories

when think of them, vanishes all worries

 

even today what ever i am writing

would become a memory, unchanged