Sometimes, the happiest memories hurt the most while mostly, the sad ones serve the same purpose. Whenever we travel back in time, we once again come across the scars whose marks have not yet left our lives. To you and to me, they are the disorders that no medicine can heal.
When we think of memories that we left behind, We dance to the tunes that our hearts rewind.
The half-torn photograph that we toss in river banks, Criticizes the moments we held each other’s hands.