(Image Source: http://abstract.desktopnexus.com)
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
This Poem is shared with
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."
ReplyDeletePowerfully expressed! Thank you so much for participating :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thanks Sanaa :-)
DeleteWow. You are amazing with poetry
ReplyDeleteThank You Jyotsna :-)
DeleteYes,nostalgia is our favourite cup of tea in our leisure time.Went on very well.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarala :-)
DeleteAll is fine with Mr. Linky in Poetry Pantry. Feel free to link your poem!
ReplyDeleteCheers to that - memories written and shared a wonderful thing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jae :-)
DeleteAt 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.
ReplyDeleteThank You Sherry :-)
DeleteThanksfor sharing. Come have a read and share your thoughts..
ReplyDeletehttp://i-reminisces.blogspot.co.uk/p/purities-impurities.html
Thanks
Thanks Iremi :-)
Deletesipping a cup of nostalgia... I love that image
ReplyDeleteThank You George :-)
DeleteSipping nostalgia. That's lovely.
ReplyDelete