Old memories

When I go through my old photographs,

Past flashes in front of my eyes,

The pain surfaces higher and higher,

And pours down in the form of tears.



My heart bleeds,

Cries and weeps,

As I sweep the album leaves,

My mind juggles with the memories

And sadness embraces me.



My soul cries out,

For my beloved's lost,

They smile at me through the photograph,

Not knowing, how my heart aches

With gushing and oozing pain,

To see them smiling at me

And they are long gone, on a peaceful journey.



Oh yeah! life is a game,

Now together, then dispersed in moments,

Now laughter, but then cries abundant,

Every moment is momentary, unpredictable,

Nature hides everything and hides it very well.