Memories are a cruel Gift

Those days when life was sweet but not syrupy
Those days when a good movie meant Ramesh Sippy
To those bygone days I hazingly drift
Memories are a cruel gift.

Those days when the future shone with promise
When at various skills I excelled, even as a novice
Through these wistful albums I slowly sift
Memories are a cruel gift.

The World was my true wishing ball
When luck and destiny was at my beck & call
Aah these thoughts, this rift
Memories are a cruel gift.

Is it to say that my best has come & gone
Is it my past that's giving me a dressing down
Gods of time, give me a lift
Memories are a cruel gift.

Able was I and relentlessly happy
Young, wild, angry & snappy
That part of me, have you gone adrift?
Memories are a cruel gift.

Go Shehnaaz go tell my story
Tell them about the vanquished glory
For life will go on, life does shift
But memories will remain a cruel gift!