Speaking pictures

 

Pictures are so close to me..
I love to hold the incidence in pictures..
Let it be good or bad,
let it be someone crying or laughing..
Someone angry or someone enjoying the rains..

Even after ages untouched,
when you check them.. you get with those incidence all again..
you land in those same places all over again..
Those pictures seems to get life.. hearing those same laughter, tears, envy..

A desire of getting those moments all over again,
cherishing them once in life..
Being with those same old people with the same intensity..
Which otherwise wont be possible today..

People or the relation may change,
sometimes, close people turns enemy..
And sometimes, a new relation comes out of old ones..
Eitherways, all pleasures watching them all over..

With one wish of gathering them all over..
Being with those people again with same intensity..
An urge of changing the phase, going back in those times..
Repenting over all the steps taken..\

Pictures cant get them back,
but there to remind what we lost in time while running for something.
It reminds all over the times, but bring you one small feeling of trying once to get them back..
If not same intensity but small little feeling..