From My Diary

From My Diary...

They lie scattered across the floor...few torn pages of my diary

He smiles at me from the open door...an unknown face from my memory

What does it say I wonder, what that smile means

Is it just the 90 ml large or for sure memories never die!!!

I race against time, wade across the past, stare across the road once travelled

To those narrow lanes, paddy fields, big banyan trees, ohh...my childhood, where all mysteries unraveled

Those faces which once were clear have faded away with time

The names which meant so much once are forgotten like those rhymes.

Hold on a second, I see a kid running through the dusty street

Hey!!! It was me fighting, screaming, wrestling around, life was so damn free

I look up to the sky, see it turning grey

See those kids, waiting for the rain, see those eyes pray.

It's the same old road... the same old rain...but something does not feel the same

Those pretty faces…those cozy names...everyone is now playing a new game

All those words written in my diary, now looks like a fading dream

But that face at the door is still asking me a question, from which page is it really him?

They lie scattered across the floor...few torn pages of my diary

He smiles at me from the open door...an unknown face from my memory

What does it say I wonder, what that smile means

Is it just the 90 ml large or for sure memories never die…