Aps- The Muddled Utopian

I saw a girl walking down the corridor today, and a memory flashed in my mind. For a moment it felt like an illusion that instead of her it’s me walking down the lanes which I used to visit often in the olden days. Chocked for a while I came back and sat on my chair, but the thoughts never left. That's when I started walking down memory lane because I know I'll run into people who have left there. Isn't it funny how sometimes the people who gave the best memories become a memory? , maybe that's why we love walking down the memory lane so much. As I walked on, I kept on bumping in to mirrors which were reflecting the different colors of my old existence some of which I had forgotten (or I think so I had) , some of which I know I have packed in corners of mind and so of which I still carry along. But I still remember it all, as they say “A girl, no matter how many times she denies it, she will always remember every detail, every moment, every piece of the memories yo...

A leaf turned yellow is about to wither, will part away from its branch now, with a gush of wind.... Once it was a shoot which shined green, But now has turned pale on the world screen... Little young leaf was so strong, It thundered the storm and held along.. But now shivers to death with a little wind, it stares the sky and awaits death.. Answer it gets from god is: "this is 'old' my dear which all have to face, But you have the treasure no one has in their case" You teach the baby shoot to glide alone, walk the first step on the sand of life.. Age is change but you have to stay stiff on.. Old is good, its beginning of new.. You enter an embryo and give it life.. Dear leaf you are important, you are vital.. as in journey of ocean each drop matters.