Among a pile of books waiting to be shelved,
My hands discovered some pictures, between their yellowed pages.
With their sides,tattered and torn,
Like the remnants of a past long forgotten,
Popped up some blurry faces, as wistful reminders of a time gone by.
Old and as hazy as they might have appeared ,
They carried with them,some magic ,that slowly weaved it's way into my soul.
Like a time machine that takes you back in time ,to a moment that was.
Reminiscences of the laughter we shared echoed in my ears.
Stories that got formed then ,now filled up my eyes with tears.
Tears of joy,remembering the bonds formed, the moments shared.
Ecstatic, I close the book and contemplate at the thought .
Nothing brings me greater joy than
Re- visiting my memories this way,
For of all the things,I have gathered over the years,
These by far remain, the most treasured.
