Tag Archives: Nostalgia

Yearning

Maybe letters
are better afterall.
In them,
I can touch
the words that
oozed out of you.

Maybe paper
is sentimental
for in your absence
I can touch
something
once of yours.

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Recollections – yours and mine

Early in the new year, a lot of my creative friends committed to creating works of art for the first ten people who commented on their status update where they pledged their art. The only catch was that the people receiving the art needed to carry it forward. Do something nice for others. For some reason or the other, I didn’t commit to it because my writing had been extremely sporadic and ten works of writing seemed impossible. But…I’m in a much better place now with words flowing just a little bit better.

And I want to do this. Not to insist you carry it forward. But to celebrate my relationship with my loved ones. So please, drop me a line anywhere [facebook, email, comment, text…whatever] with one of our lovely memories you’d like for me to try to express. Or anything you’d like for me to pen down for you.

 

How about it?

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Nostalgia

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I remember
huddling over the table
speaking softly;
offering you coffee,
and your fleeting touch
on my straying strands
of hair that escaped
into my eye.

I remember
you ordering a cookie
and crumbling it up
saving me a big piece
while I ate my sub
slowly…haltingly.

I remember
wanting muri,
and dangling my feet
at the edge of the lake;
feeling alone
in a crowd
and you whispering
the shapes of floating clouds.

I remember
all our times
and everything
that has changed.

I remember…

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Nostalgia

The same steps,
and clatter
but
someone else’s stomping feet.

The same class
and teachers
but
someone else sat in the seat.

The same foibles
and mischiefs
but
of someone else’s cheek.

The same fears
and hope
but
not the same dreams.

I’d walked back in time
and yet,
it wasn’t the same
as it seemed.

This post is inspired by my recent visit to school It was a beautiful day and a memorable experience, but…for all it’s perks, there was a tinge of saddness that I’d outlived my time there.

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