Shut up amid the cackle.

Nostalgia

Where does time go?
No, it stays, we go.
Nostalgia keeps it with us.
Straying into past lanes, is there a life more pleasurable?
Little fissons run up my spine, when I think of that stolen kiss long gone.
The feeling, perhaps, was not there then, but it is, now.
Oh dear Past, are you still waiting for me somewhere?
Should I creep down those dark alleys, rich with sonorous echoes again?
The Sunset seduces, but the Sunrise beckons.
The Sunset is safe, warm in the womb of the darkness, I sleep.
The golden fingers of the dawn want to prise me away, but the night holds on to me...
The day seems melancholy, and the night alive...
Darkness approaches soon, but the old night, with the gold dust of memories,
Is unmatched in allure!
Oh dear Past, are you still waiting for me somewhere?

posted by Anupama. @ 2:46 pm