#PoetryParlour #AZatPP# day14#N
Nostalgia
Somethings remains,
Inked in your heart,
That has jolted you,
Somehow, somewhere-
It stays with you,
As a balm or a pain,
And becomes something,
Called nostalgia.
.
Your nostalgic self,
Rejoices and grieves,
Pines and screams,
May be for that lost love,
First kiss,
Or your native land.
A sweet pain,
Engulfs your being,
As an old picture, a similar place,
A known person or an used thing,
Makes you reconstruct ,
Those events again,
In your brain.
.
Nostalgia reminds you,
From time to time,
That those sweet nothings,
Those crushed dreams,
Those life changing decisions,
Or your silent screams
All has become a part,
Of your present self.
You have lived life,
For better or worse,
But you must come to terms,
With your evolved self.
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