All that is left now . . is the memory of you

         I tried to hold on to you, just like any other person would, I refused to accept that you were no more around.

         But now the time has winged its magic, now i don't feel the emptiness, I have stopped cursing fate, I have stopped looking back at those events with regret, Now I know, there was nothing I could do, there was nothing you could do, It just happened, And now . . I have moved on.

         And All that is left now is the memory of you. . .

Though I don't see anyone filling that everlasting gap,

I don't see the day when you'll be coming back,

For so long in my heart

. .resided the emptiness so bitter and true,

But everything that has left now is. . .

. . Just the memory of you.

Now I look around in search of somebody just like you,

But who else than me would be knowing?

at there are hardly so few,

I am out of it now. . The Past, Coz I need no more clue. . .

To the fact that,

All that is left now is the Memory of you.

Nowadays whenever I rush past your door,

The meager sight of it would kill me to core,

I would look up to the heavens,

But then. . I would laugh at the view,

Coz all that is left now. .

. . Is the Memory of you.

-V. V. Talavanekar