Treasure Box

As a child I had an ardent yearning ..
A box full of happiness,
One that could outlast the oblivion . . .


Every occasion a granted wish,
Every thought, an affirmity to accomplish..
The biggest of dreams, nurtured in those eyes ..


All my yesterdays .. that were tomorrow's to be ..
Everything, just flashing in a moment of reality
Some sublime, some mellow

Yet all of them inspiring me to dream ..
Come, look with me inside this drawer
In this box, that I've often seen

Pictures, black and white ..
Faces, emotions .. timeless yet serene ..

I wish I could recollect, their names ..
the strangers in my box,
they smile at me still . .

I wonder what their lives were like ..
and what they were to me ..

How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
And if I'll never know their ways ..

Memories are heartbeats
that resound through the years
Echoes of never fading voices
Of our smiles and our tears ...

Moments that are captured
Sometimes unaware ..

Pictured in an album,
Of a shy sunset ..
Or a lock of hair ..

Images that linger
Deep within the mind . .

Trespassing through unbolted doors ..
The feelings locked up,Undefined . .

Bit of verse we cherished
Once upon a time..
The granny's lap, my storehouse of dreams,
The open window .. ere slumber's chain intertwined

My spirit flew in feathers then,
Through the musty hallways . .

Of the days we knew
Ever comes the vision
Thats so beautiful and true ..

The lost memories of those hanging Christmas socks ..
The crumpled .. sketched pages from the books ..
The toys that I clutched & wouldn't ever let go ..


If someone would take time to ..
transcend with me to this blind hue ..

And to tell of each of them ..
the Who,What,Where .. When ?
The faces of my heritage, then would come to life ..
'they' would come to life again ..

My arms reach out through time & space ..
Holding each memory dear to its place ..

And as the autumn gives way to the winter
which would give way to the Spring ..

In this way the present disappears ..
The years I can no longer bring ..

The life that's filled in all these years
Will solemnly echo ..

That's hidden deep within emerges
Yet time never changes ..
Nor has what I locked in my box ..

Its still opens to me .. a life
and opens me from within ..

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures I take today?
Can my tomorrow's bring back my yesterdays ?
Are those faces and the memories
Someday going to be tossed away ?


Its the treasures of the heart that still bring me most delight ..