Far in the mind; out of one's reach,
The unspoken words perish.
Amongst the bustle; in the run,
The surviving thoughts soon vanish.
At the nature's bed; in solitude,
Revived are the thoughts that breathe.
Amidst the green; under the sun,
Like the birds & butterflies that are freed.
Far from the sight; as bits and pieces,
The ones that remained a mystery,
Are elegantly weaved; as renewed memories:
Recreating the history.