Tag Archives: nostalgia

Rediscover Again

Maybe a song from yonder
or thought from yore

Maybe the vivid memory
of your first public appearance

Maybe the carefree laughter of your younger self
or the pleasure of seeing someone you deeply love

Maybe the touch of your little ones
or the echos of your written prose,

let such feeling all conjure to make you feel blessed
as you ponder rediscovering your old self again

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My Thoughts

How many times I have taken your name
just to feel the metallic taste
of your vibes in my senses

And how many times
I have weaved stories
of our accosting moments

the scarlet skies,
the crimson eyes
sparkled with your vibes

And I proudly acclaim that
you can take away everything from me
but can never steal the thoughts
that holds you close to my heart,
for they are mine
away from your malicious reach

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Warmth

The only warmth I feel in the coldness of the northern gelid airs is the presence of your reminiscence

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Reasons

You may be determined today to stay aloof,
putting our hearts to the hilt of abjection,
for reasons that you firmly believe today

Or it maybe a presumption that you outlined,
fearing where this might lead,

It could be an illusion too
where you fear thinking
how we are so different like chalk and cheese

I am sure your reasons have its own merit,
but I am certain
no matter what you think today
when the cloud of your pretentious reasons will fade
you will realize illusions and apprehensions
are the only reasons
one should never reason with

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Callousness

Not that you make the word “us” diminutive

Or that you don’t care about my existence anymore

Nor even when you betrayed those words
that you will never leave me alone

Or showed your callousness with ease
like it is always like this before

What haunts me the most
is the fact you doubted my intentions
and the sincerity of my love

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Broken Dreams

I came to accost you
hold you in the folds my heart,
like how you used to fit so well
in the crevices of my soul

I came with myriad dreams
and splendor thoughts,

I came with hope,

I came to create our world,
brick by brick
to raise a shelter
we would call our own

I came with such feathery dreams
and a deviant hold

And now I am leaving with nothing
but a morbid soul

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The Kiss of the Winter Sun

I love the kiss of the winter sun basking my world, and in its drape I reminisce the days when you were around, for then, even in the dreadful winter nights your love kept my soul blithe oozing warmth of a million warm days

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Dilapidated Barn

Saw the following on my way to Lansing today and got inspired.

A dilapidated barn
in some deserted town
holding memories from some past yore
now stand fragile, alone
without any soul in sight
and once crimson draped has turned gray
and I hope someday someone will visit
to find the tale from the yesteryears

Old Times

And when I look back in times
and play the reel of the adolescence times
the nostalgic moments of my yore days
when the skies were blue and the world was pink
when happiness remained in the littlest of things
when houses were small and dreams were big
when we cried over trivial things
when life was simple and friends were dear
when mischiefs were innocuous and love was real

Not that the current times are not worth it
but the feel of being oblivious
still lingers often on my smile
when I think of the old times

Test of Time

And he waited for the pewter skies to turn crimson
the thunderous clouds to calm,
the deluge to stop,
the storm to abate

And he waited for her genuine smile to radiate,
the heartfelt words to sate,

And he waited for the times
when unstated bond conjured more meaning to any stated covenant

And he hoped his hope will triumph and stand any test of time

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