Remember Me

Moments keep on passing
Tales keep on unfolding
Like a mutation of dot on a canvas,
the brush of our lives picture-
too moves in such way,
with smiles and tears,
And with the stillness of our heart,
it stops.

But don’t worry
those pictures;
our pictures
they are alive-
Etched on the cloth of memories of others.
With the whisper of breaths,
they come into motion.

And the pattern-
Like the ticking of the clock,
keeps repeating.
When I die,
don’t forget me,
remember our Time
remember our Love