Memories

They form, a never ending, never relenting fog.........
They block all the arteries, close to heart................
They pull, from the finish line, back to the start.....

For a moment, it felt, as if they were gone.........
But, they keep coming back, as if they belong........
Once again,it seems, as if there's no point in going on....

Everytime they come, they are so innocent, almost bring a smile....
And then an emptiness, for the rest of the mile..................
A moment of nostalgia, an eternity of turmoil.................

The desire to start on a clean slate, no marks of the past.......
To break bonds with the yesterdays,that nothing should last...............
To feel no hunger in the night, for the morning's fast............
To leave them all lurking far behind, to move so fast............

They keep coming back, like the little child's fever.........
Can't they just leave, once and forever............
May hate them arrows, but gotta keep them, if there's a quiver........
Maynot want to, but the home must give them all shelter..........

These guests of honour will come uninvited ,will stay, till they please.........
They will dirty the house, but one'll have to smile everytime they 'SAY CHEESE'.................
They need no introduction, you have to know them, some call them ghosts of the past.......................
...........some.........................................memories