Day by day through different incidents we pass by,
But memories of some in our head always do fly.
Some of them are like the web of a spider,
While some are those of flying like a glider.
Some are of the people who always were so close,
And these, for the heart, are like an aneasthetic dose.
Some are of those dreams of wishing to touch the skies,
When they come tears seep through the eyes.
Memories so easily invade the heart and go,
Each memory is so different like the colours of a Rainbow..