Some people meet for a while,
But their memories lie..
in heart for ever.
Kept in timeless frame..
Don't bear any expiry date..
Years and years of redundance.
Their gleam never tarnish away.
Recounting and recalling them.
Take you in past like another day.
These people hold special tag.
They might be lost..or far away..
But their memory is like,
Resplendent joy.. which
Carries you away..
Just like their Tinsel,
presence in your life,
for few moments of gone days.
Its like turning pages of album,
Every falling picture has
numerous associated tales.
Retrieved and Splashing,
On your memory pane.
Like recurring scenes.
Some of them like heirloom,
Passing generations like anecdote.

Every day has various,
collectables for memory feed..
Most of them disintegrate..
Or squandered in building heap.
But these people always retain..
Their especial place..
No deterioration of mind
Can take them away.

Mhnhsn reminiscing endeavors.

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