into the past

I sit and mull over the past;
No!I am not thinking of you
Nor i hate to see you in my imaginations.
Playing with the thoughts that grow within
And see them die within,I recollect the past and summon the memories-
Like a repeated lightning ,they sparkle
within and the thunder of regrets
Rumbles over the night of my existence.
I see you in glances,
Slideshows,
And snapshots
of my thoughts
yet i find no reason to smile
For the roads on which my innocent feelings
trod and mired upon the puddles of circumstances,
are demolished-
Lichens and weeds
Boulders and thorns
Thickets and bushes
Of imaginations have taken over
And all i can do is sit down on my chair
Take each small sip of memories
And nourish my poverty-stricken heart.