Sunday, January 31, 2016

Cup Of Nostalgia



memories
often pained and hurt
rumbling in the store
amidst pile of dirt

photographs black and worn
the voices, I hate and yearn
in neon, a shadow of me
breaking the shackles, flying to be free

those were the days when I cried and smiled
minutes trickled by, hours had lied
whom to trust, what not to believe
life had taught me no longer to crib

I was weak and strong
and tired yet unbound
reaching for the stars
I am here, never to depart

moments, my friend
are poetry that I paint
to be read, and re-read in my comfort area
I hereby sip my favourite cup of nostalgia



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9 comments:

  1. Such a beautifully poignant write, especially love "moments, my friend are poetry that I paint to be read and reread in my comfort area. I hereby sip my favourite cup of nostalgia."

    Powerfully expressed! Thank you so much for participating :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Wow. You are amazing with poetry

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  3. Yes,nostalgia is our favourite cup of tea in our leisure time.Went on very well.

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  4. All is fine with Mr. Linky in Poetry Pantry. Feel free to link your poem!

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  5. Cheers to that - memories written and shared a wonderful thing :)

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  6. At my age, I sip from that cup of nostalgia very often. Memories of those long gone days of childhood shine with the clearest light now. Yes, days of smiles and tears - and dreams.

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  7. Thanksfor sharing. Come have a read and share your thoughts..

    http://i-reminisces.blogspot.co.uk/p/purities-impurities.html

    Thanks

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  8. sipping a cup of nostalgia... I love that image

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  9. Sipping nostalgia. That's lovely.

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