Photograph

It's just a blurred photograph they said,

Ignorant of all the memories it held,

It was something in which even the time stood still against its own will,

Those twinkling eyes and bright smiles,

Ohh But who knew how hard it'd be to look at these photographs again,

Reminiscent of the memories they hold as a part of the distant history,

No one knows if one can live again with the same people as life goes on,

Losing some people on the way through our lives,

And making memories with the new people we meet,

Life keeps moving forward,

New people, New places, New life, and New phases,

A photograph covers millions of distances between our close ones,

Making us feel their presence and warmth on times when we feel like giving up,

It wasn't just a photograph,

It held bittersweet memories of ours,

With the people we lost or don't belong with anymore,

It wasn't just a photograph,

But memories from our bygone days.