Past is like a season,
The time you think its gone,
It arises with new spring or storm fall.
Past is like a dream,
The moment you open your eyes,
It disappears but stay forever in subconsciously.
The moments good or bad,
The time wasted or utilized,
All seems just passed but never can return forever.
Moments sweet or the phases depressed,
May it be ugly or the most beautiful once,
Once its gone… gone forever,
No one erase the past of their life,
Will have to learn with it… smiling in every sight.
Living life with each sequence it comes,
That’s the challenge of this time.
The worst-est dream,
The hurt-ed heart,
The frustrated thoughts,
The burdened responsibilities,
May it be whats so ever,
No one can erase the past forever.
Past plays the hide and side with our present,
Seems treasure hunt for our future.
With all the games it plays with us,
It can’t be erased for ever from us…!!!