memories..

bright is the day, green are the meadows and blue is the sky,
memories come creeping come in through the shadows of my misty eyes,


the journey of moments begin while i travel by the train,
sweet moments..sour moments..are what i remember in an attempt to get pertain,


in getting pertained.. some memories are painful and hence make shed some nostalgic tears,
for its for them.. who in a sense are very close and live life to full without fears,


and among these fearless.. a few are dead and a lot many are very living and buoyantly alive,
the dead make me somber and the living make me go rollypolly with smiles,


the smiles for the truants they throw putting their parents on the tenterhook,
crying at them.. cajoling them..but getting things done by hook or crook,


lengthens the day.. the dark ascends and the night begins to grow,
memories..memories..those sweet bitter memories..now begin to freely flow,


the days were long..and the nights were dark and i had to really flounder,
memories retain them all.. for the bad time was giving me naked reminders,


the child i was.. the younger days were fascinating..parents i am and older i may,
the stories told..the rumors floated and differences crept in for the games.. cynical play,


the memories have them all.. the good i fondly remember the bad i regard with disdain,
the good i cherish.. the bad i perish.. the memories occur as one glorious gain,


clouds gather.. roar aloud and lightens sky and outside there has begun drizzling,
i switch on my Walkman..close the window..aha..weather out there has become sizzling,


the drops of rain fall on the window and some how tears rolls from my eyes,
for the bright was the day.. green were the meadows and blue was the sky,


memories...memories..come through the shadows of my misty eyes...