When it pours outside
I get drenched in showers of memories
Memories,which are buried deep beneath the time
Memories which are assumingly dead
But these magical showers make these deep sown seeds sprout
And these grow into trees so huge
The trees that flaunt all the colours
Ranging right from light to bright
Not all the fruits are sweet but sure
Some of them are dearly sour
And suddenly when the rain stops
The clouds of memories stand empty
The huge trees that filled my mind
Vanish in thin air as if they weren’t ever there
Once again my present takes its toll over me
And past has no control over me
The fuel that drives me is my future
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