The bait of the worldly attractions
lure the timid mind.
The din of the endless buzz
reverberates, before it
deafens our ears
to the call of our inner voice.
We ignore its gentle nudge
and tread far away from it.
Finally, its faint whispers
get buried under
our deceased conscience.
Cleaning the cupboard this morning, I glance upon some old albums. Since the onset of digital cameras, the old pictures simply have been lying inside for a long time. Glad to have some leisure time at hand, I decide to walk down the memory lane with the many photo albums. Wiping off the fine layer of dust settled on them, I sit back to enjoy the journey ,which house a treasure trove of memories.
Flipping the pages of the album
I watch beautiful memories unfold
the sounds of joy come alive
I am lost in nostalgia
of perfect moments captured
for eternity!
In response to Colleen’s poetry challenge # 50, Voice & Watch
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