Today I was dusting my book of life,
I happened to see a beautiful page,
It was lying untouched for so long,
Not getting attention of any sort..
An urge aroused to go through it fast,
As if to feel it all, again and again,
It revived me of each bits once more,
It generated ample of refreshment.
Unique and splendor was that ralationship,
Moments were pure & gentle like dew,
Those days possess spring of all seasons,
It is a precious mine of best memories.
The way I was TURNing back the pages,
I wished I could just rewind my pages,
To reach there to get back those days,
Just to fill my empty days to feel alive..
Which has started loosing its essence..
Slowly but sadly by the hands of time.
But never I doubt that even time can ever
Destroy or fade the beauty of that page !..