cloud of memories

the clouds of your memories are inside my mind

whenever I wish I close my eyes to relish, rewind

 my heart is painted with your true colour marker

and when I crave for you this cloud gets even darker

then the gloom lets it pour down with full vigour

the heart is satiated surpassing the emotional rigour

the way is paved again for clear sky with expectation

but heat of fondness evaporates the determination

and the cloud starts taking the shape in the streams

it gleefully gives birth to the ray of sunshine dreams

those dreams never let cloud of memories disappear

how can a lovable heart remain so hollow and meager

the memories are jewels of the heart that may survive

and they are our traditional testimony of being alive