Come Let Us Leave Our Memories. (Forgotten Days)

Come let us stand and walk away,
saunter to where our memories play.
Come let us watch the rising sun,
and the dawn where all days had begun.
All those faces, all those lives,
the shadows of yesterday we adore,
and from that past all that survives,
wishes fulfilled and some no more.
Names that shall no more be spoken,
the paths we shall tread never twice,
hearts we mend to have ours broken,
and bittersweet love must now suffice.
A lover who has been long forgotten,
and all those noon’s in ecstasy,
how pages turned were only begotten,
with an echo of the thoughtful sea.
I wonder where my childhood flew,
I wonder if I shall feel again
the moving earth beneath the sky blue,
or the fresh scent of the monsoon rain.
Forbidden joys we once aspired to,
drenched in midsummer nights dreams,
alas! dreams sustain but nothing true,
when taboos drown our mindful streams.
These living moments and those long past,
what remains of such propriety?
whom did we please by pleasing last
ourselves by impressing society?
The failure of past is present’s triumph,
and infamy has turned to golden days,
branded Hedonists in shrouded perception
for we willed to do what no one dared.
Where are they now? the pointed fingers,
to where have gone, the taunting people?
come let us walk to where twilight lingers,
and sets behind the highest steeple.
Soon night shall come and end the day,
put to sleep all the falling stars,
then all that lasts shall be the stellar way,
and the doorway to heaven that we walk par.

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