Thousand memories flood the mind,
retelling the unfinished tale,
reminding the incomplete love,
rewinding the half heard song,
replaying the past passed.
Doubling, dwindling every minute,
tickling, tingling every hour,
invincible and inseparable,
leaving vital imprints on heart.
Unseen love is curious,
unspoken words are burdens,
uncaptured moments are delicious,
unforgettable memories are juleps.
Like ivies they climb the soul,
like ghosts they haunt the present,
bitter sweet indeed they are,
the jotters on which the fresh ones are jotted.
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