Times fly..

Times fly & gets spend & all that remain are memories,
none returns from times gone by to tell untold stories,

The mysteries of the past get buried along with time,
only heresy flies with claims of my vision as real & sublime,

let these be as per their claims but as one living I could know,
I shall never be returning to gone days.. highs n low,

I mean all I can retract are the moments from times gone by,
to memorize these again through the lanes of blue skies,

through the galaxies of stars that twinkle bid n wrinkle,
through the imaginative retractions that shine & sprinkle,

all the moments that I lived in time gone through & past,
and I choose to recall good only.. Good that always last,

as memories..