Life's scrapbook is made up of unlined papers
Where we try to pull ourselves together
And clutch awkwardly
And try to emerge out
Of the blur of the world
In the midst of the peaceful silence
That reshapes the event.....
Where we try to stand
The test of time
And dip in and out of life
Without doubt or confused emotions......
Where our thoughts, imagination and emotions
Work together to make our personal memories
To store in life's handbook
And reconnect ourselves
To rich and meaningful imagery
And give us a chance to write an autobiography
In a hushed and a significant way
To fill each dimension of the scrapbook of life............
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-scrapbook/
