Memories

Why do some words, some old times, some bygone moments, knock at our memory and, suddenly out of nowhere, we become engrossed in those moments, those times, that have, though passed away, but, have left, inerasable marks, on our memory and in our hearts.
Some of these are those that we have actually buried deep down into the darkest corners and somehow, they remain there like dying flames, but never die, and on the slightest show of warmth, they burst out, like a great fire, threatening to engulf and destroy everything that comes in its way! But somehow, nothing even happens to us, no matter how much this fire burns us up from inside, we live on, just like this fire had lived on in those dark corners.
We feel like we're breaking down, we feel as if everything is incomplete, as if life won't go on without a repetition of those moments, or without certain things or people, being there in our lives, but nothing happens! Life goes on, and so do we! We burry those memories, yet again, recollect ourselves, put a smile on our faces, and the life takes one turn after another, until we realize that," the things that have not been written in our destiny, we'll never have them, and so why cry!"

Araaish-e-khayal bhi ho, dil kusha bhi ho
wo dard ab kahan, jisey ji chahta bhi ho.
ye ia roz ik saa gham ik si umeed,
is gham-e-bekhumaar ki ab inteha bhi ho.