Memories...

Sometimes I'll get up in the morning with a smile..
Sometimes I get up with a tear in my eye..
Sometimes I would smile in a lonely place for no reason
Sometimes I feel the cold even if its not the season..
I wonder what is it that makes me feel so abnormal...
Sometimes I am puzzled as I have  no clue of the reason behind this..
Then I realized..it is not one person...not one moment..
Behind my smile... behind my wet eyes..
It is nothing but so called "Memories"..

Memories.. that haunts me...
Memories that fight with me..
Memories that makes me smile..
Memories that makes me cry..

How strange are these memories...
A memory of fun and laughter..would make your eyes wet few years later...
A memory of sadness and animosity.. would make you smile few years after on your stupidity..
Memory of the first kiss...Memory of the first love..
Memory of first lonely walk.. memory of those late night talks..
Memory of the group studies.. memory of that  early morning hurries...

Memory that lives in me..
Memory that kills me..
Memories that makes me smile
Memories that makes me cry..

It seems I am painting my future.. with the colors of past..
Running a marathon.. sometimes so slow.. sometimes so fast..

I may smile... but deep inside a memory might have been making me cry..
My happiness may be an illusion .. as a memory resides deep inside...
Memories.. forming an integral part of my dreams..
Forgetting them is going to be a daunting task it seems...

Memories of those beautiful eyes..
Memories of that innocent smile..
Memories of that teasing by friends
Memories of that fights with friends..

Memories.. ghost of pasts...
Memories.. life of present...
Memories... dreams of future..
Memories.. a part of life...
Memories.. for some.. are simply life..!! 

Living is an art..!!

You can't move one step forward.. without taking two steps back,
You cannot rise high, if you haven't fallen apart...
You cannot feel happiness , if you never felt sadness
You cannot feel what it feels to win... if you never lost...
Contradictory these may be.. but these are so true...
Living is an art....How to live... depends on you...

You cannot understand.. the joy of gaining.. if you never lost anything...
You cannot understand the happiness of meeting someone after ages...if you never went far from someone..
You cannot love someone... if you don't hate somebody..
You cannot understand the joy of love.. if you don't understand the bitterness of hatred..
One cannot understand the value of trust... if his trust was never broken...
One cannot understand the darkness of night... if he never saw a sunrise...

One cannot understand what fun it is to get drunk and be carried on shoulders by friends
If he never got drunk...
One cannot understand the joy of roaming with your love..
If he could never bunk..
One cannot understand.. what importance money has.. if he never spends..
One cannot understand.. what importance tears have.. if he could never smile..