.... In lanes of my memories

In lanes of my memories,
I realized...
How it felt to be alive again..
lost in the fragrance of wet mud,
.. drenched in freshness of rain.

In lanes of my memories,
I saw..
How it has always been..
painted in colors of my effort,
...dreams of that beautiful scene.

In lanes of my memories,
I forgot,
How the present felt so same..
dripping in aspirations of future,
.. in deceit of that old trick game.

In lanes of my memories,
I felt..
How I always overcame my pain..
by just feeling my gushing blood,
..by my thumping heart, into my vein.

In lanes of my memories,
I recalled,
How my search of love shrine..
urges me to look for you,
.. the angel of beauty divine.

In lanes of my memories,
I wonder..
How without any clue,
My present vanished somewhere,
.. got buried, as the time flew.

K-WAY!!!!

PS: The best source of one's  inspiration, lies in one's memories. They say, you see your whole life, in a flashback, when you die.. let us make it worth watching.. Cheers !