Memoirs...

Way back my teen years, I remembered that I was addicted with keeping diaries, slumbooks and scrapbooks. Keeping into writing all the memorable happenings in my everyday life. It was also a hobby for me to collect authographs of my classmates and dear friends.. Well, i think so too that I was not the only One. Bet, you've also done that when you were young or maybe even be doing it now.

This is only a living proof that we love to capture memories, whether it be sweet, good, funny or even bad and disgusting ones. But of course, we dwell on the sweetest and happiest flicks. Memories that brought a smile to your face and memories that touched your life.

I suppose also that you may agree with me when i say that certain things, music or anything under the sun might bring back old memories whenever we see or hear them. In other words some stuff remind us of better days ,or even bitter days. They are like our time machines that take us back to the times when things happened to us at a certain place.



Like me I have a shirt that is so memorable, that everytime I see or wear it, it takes me back to the special moment that i treasured most in my heart. “Life gives us brief moments with another...but sometimes in those brief moment we get memories that last a life time...”

Rain

Splash, splash, splash….
As I slowly scribble vague letters in an crumpled paper;
The rain is bucketing over the window,
Dancing and tossing it’s raindrops along the panes…

The room gets colder…
Suddenly feeling of loneliness slinks in…
Memories keep on appearing…
Some old faded thoughts are surfacing..

I remember the house over the lonely place where I used to grow up.
Picture of my father lying on his favorite swing sets in…
The memories of my lonely childhood with my only sister is clear..
The moments with my special one is stirred..

Sigh. deep sigh … my eyes are searing with tears..
All this loneliness, now I know is at home in my deepest part
Almost all the finest pieces of my life are gone..
I must be this strong, knowing the best things in my existence had slipped away..

Splash, splash, splash..
The yellow phone rings and it jerks me to reality.
Sigh, our life is never ours to control..
I never believe that we are masters of our own destiny;
Cause for me there is this Living One who predestined all
that’s the reason why we don’t have all we want, even things that we fight for…

Shelo