autographs part II

dear friends,
i am starting my journey;
the words wavered  half in throats
were full of hopes....
the memories fly away to a far off place.
now i see
they  were the throbs of the ages
which has no home-coming.
the rains drained
in the burnt out days,
when i've lent you my heart,
on my journey which has no return
to our memory.
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and we are grown up yet to be in the loving memories of our youth-hood.so that time was also in a mood to scribe and make friends scribe something.it's quite a happy time,undoubtedly leaving our friends,sad for our own huts.later those memories haunt.this one is the small bit of a frail silk,woven by the threads of such haunting memories.