The Cork of My Memory's Bottle

i have opened the cork of my memory’s bottle old colouring vibrations rippling serene in i feel i have lost myself in the stream of time gone is gone will never come back again stare combination of few colours are fine few are of piercing uncontrollable hallucination i see the combustion of love’s burnt fuel too indeed life is a mixture of sorrow and happiness no matter time is going on to reach the end after end beyond the sky new cork will be opened again