Memories

Folded pages... as we unfold ... T his is a sweet fragrance of childhood memories, There is a storm of recollection they are truly my folded pages it is a simple endeavour to unfold the folded memories of childhood... Some are stuck up in the well of agony, Some are shattered... Some are full of stains of innocent selfishness, I place before you... To weave the thread of enriching childhood days, You may share my agony... But you will surely feel liberated... To unfolded the folded experiences of my soul before you.. Is only an excuse.. The truth is I eagerly crave for a meeting with you... So that you may speak to me in the language of silent colors and patterns... Let us explore the folded pages unfolded pages unfold gather them in a sweet moment of togetherness..