A cache

The heady days of youth echoes,

                                       in my ancient ears.                                            The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,

still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took

And smiles I shared in clime of charm.

No one stayed along with me

and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man

I walked through the stairs of age.

jealous of losing the last I lived

on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end

As everybody lives and quietly go.

How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved

Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.

With time we learn to forget the years.

Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.

Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?