Nostalgia – a beautiful word
Understood even by the greatest nerd.
Floating and Flying into the prolific past
Hoping beyond hope, lost emotions would eternally last.
But, not today as I dread each draining day.
When my reflections no longer transport me,
Into a world I long wishfully to see!
Getting disheartened with every dying attempt
Disillusion, darkness, delirium – is this what nostalgia actually meant?
My old convent school flashes a neon sign,
The hangouts today a flashy place to dine.
The monument of a memory laden home
Today, a modern multi-storied dome.
Hurt, harassed and dismayed
I search for all the good times that were originally made.
Like ashes in an urn of a loved one
I roam like a zombie waiting for my turn.
If a living being could turn to dust
What of a past that has to naturally rust?
Patting myself on my shoulder
I tell myself…
Let Memories Be.
Let It Be. Let It Be.
Let it be Yesterday Once More……