Laces that blew along with the wind
Draped around her body that defined her
A beauty carved by nature
She smiled at her friends and laughed at their jokes
Worked hard over every lesson
And also became the college beauty.
Twirling laces and silky frocks adorning her slim body and reflecting a grace that never could be denied
Simple but ambitious at heart
She fluttered her lashes many a time
To catch the attention of the smartest man in her batch
Though coyly posing she sought the attention of many a man  
Sole for the smartest man.
Many a man came for her hand but
She kept on waiting and waiting
Realising her flaw she worked day and night
Covering her lessons, reading many philosophers,
She worked hard and the day of exam was declared
Focussing on her points and shortlisting her methods she systematically covered her portions
Delighted she waited for the hour
The teacher distributed the question sheet and the time ticked by
Cautiously she wrote her answers one by one
She handed her paper and walked out
To her surprise she saw the smartest guy lost in thoughts
When the result was declared
The Tailor's daughter stood first
Unable to grasp she stood silently meditating
The smartest guy without hesitating for the first time noticed her and passed a smile
She jumped with joy conquering her dream
the tailors daughter walked dangling her plumet, velvet clothes floating with laces
and the mild wind kissing her her silky woven dress
and soft brown skin she trotted to the tailor's shop.

Memories capture the moments of life,
Both joys and sorrows like within a frame,
But memories can never die.

You may lose the person,
Or may never see again but moments of life stay
As memories forever.

Some memories haunt
Some make us laugh
While others remind of the silly things done
Be it laughter or pain
Memories never die.

Learning to let go is fine
But then life is not simply to let go
If it had been about letting go
What is the point of ever meeting someone

Memories are there
To remind us of something lost or won
Time flows like a river
Days never standby
Memories capture the moment
And stays forever in life


Memories never die.

Sitting on the first bench stretched with keen attention,
Writing down the points went on and in,
As the church Bell struck two
I was made to stand and answer,
Lost in the depth of question
Blinking I stood wondering how I could solve
One or two started laughing loudly
And gigling in-between
Be littled I stood there staring at the question.

I take a pen to sit and write, fumble for words, then proceed,
heart's darkest feelings elevated, make it a point to spell, things taken for granted,
never felt better at the performance, satisfied and relished at the fact pen is mightier than  a sword,
could voice the deepest anxieties never voiced, enjoyed the fact I grew strong each day, many a time things are taken for granted, words and actions just to please oneself,
forgetting the fact life is not a competition, to be brute and insensitive,
but to express, to help and live in harmony,
unleashing this magic wand of writing, I imagine would entrap a few to pause and think, and then move on in their endless journey.