Fading Memories..... Viewing the outside world through my eyes dry I was standing at my doorstep Suddenly some chuckling noise I could hear,with my whole heart and soul in fret Stealthily I entered in that sound ,everything was blurred and no one around That image became clear and I could see,my real and everlasting memories That chuckling noise was no one else but me and my notorious friends That was the time when I was a school kid, when no one questioned about whatever I did We were walking through the corridors, plucking flowers with our tender hands I could hear the bell that rang forcing us to stand and pray then our stupid games began Then I moved on in our classes, those scratched windows with glasses Hey! I can see our names still there for which we were scolded and warned not to be spared Now I am moving more deeper,the whistling noise, its time to recreate and rejoice The ground is vast and free,we are there rushing down the