A Bag full of memories,
Several pages stating the past,
When everything ended up in a flash,
Without even any undue cast.
With the flame, let it burned,
So it get ruined forever,
Once it is burned,
Made moments will torture me never.
Each pages of thoughts,
Let it turn into ashes,
They have lost the rights to stay in me,
Just a matter of my inner clashes.
Let it be burned,
New me will be born,
With new courage and learned lessons,
New me will be shown.
Nice way to leave the past and face the future. Hope no bridges were burned.
Everything is taken care of while burning the past.
god bless,
jyoti
yes jyothi,move on,stand up and fight back
Moving on is d difficult path when these were the only things I wanted in life at times…