And The Memory Remains Poem by Vikrant Jog

The dreams follow down your precious treasures,
Sometimes the nightmares,
The others just the memories of past,
All you cherish always don't last,
The grief, the sorrow, the fondest of all,
Memories do gush up with the first rainfall,
The first love, the first kiss,
Ohhh man how lucky were you when you were in bliss,
Wake up with good morning kiss,
Lie asleep with the sweetest goodnight kiss,
Suddenly, everything goes away with the wind,
Turbulent enough to keep open wounds,
Cry baby of life is all that you become,
Sorrowful days keeping nothing but painful blossoms,
Anything any day for a person you kept,
Nothing but thorns is what you get,
We rush out, we try but nothing works good,
Things you do,
You feel her whisper,
She voices in your ether no matter where you go.

But not this time,
Everything is gone,
Let it go,
Ash to ash,
Dust to dust,
Fade it to Black,
But still in dreams and in unconscious truths,
The Memory Remains...