A Flashback.....

 

Time travels backward,
while the train moves.....
along with the
old memories too....
the pine trees goes backwards
the shining moon fades away
the rain clouds disappears
even my memories
of childhood like
a flashback;
where we both
made castles
from sands
near the beach.......
while the cool
waves kissed
our toes.....
Life has become
a beach
a resort
to spend
some hours....
still the train moves
as if nothing happened......

By Williamsji Maveli