A new year never dies; it just keeps on turning into a memory. Let’s help it to be a happy memory.

Let us not talk about memoriesLet us cherish them insteadOur restless heart might feel at easeTreasuring the past from the deadFrom the poem- Remembrance

Memories are aches; they are the laughterSmiles of time flee to seize the hereafter

For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

Life becomes meaningful with a loving heart's gift Upon the ocean of gratitude soul's boat adrift Invisible expectancy tossed and turnedFrom the light of memories a blessed ray earned

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

Moments give birth to new memories