Tag: Nostalgia

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On this Two Way Street (Short Story)

It is a peculiar place. In a November afternoon reminiscing of an April of years ago – the crispy breeze amongst a sun bestowing light generously but only teasing samples of its warmth. The leaves that left, the soil that wept but the seasons are one and the same. All in this vicinity that had…
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Deceptive yesterdays (Poem)

If you run.. only to keep looking over your shoulder you’re more likely to trip. Our present footing is so interloped with our past steps that we forget where we are standing. Though todays realities contain what were only the hopes of yesterdays. It seems the pain injects in ways rapidly into veins of a…
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Burning out (Poem)

Fangs of addiction marked by pangs and affliction When reality seems so strange, it draws fans towards fiction An exaggerated diction, can only pay so much homage to being honest, of heartaches… in the knowledge of what could’ve been accomplished   This soul knows too well, where it could be by now Its holes had…
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What could otherwise be (Poem)

Now monuments, once moments of euphoric majesty, Momentum gained, and we lost much in its speed, Prosperity of progenies, and potential prodigies, Whisked away, from fruitful forests to tumbleweeds.   I have written of regrets and how they mustn’t erode us, Yet my pen testifies to a hypocrite’s mind – plagued. I’d throw the ring…
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Poisonous Nostalgia (Poem)

That familiar lane termed memory, On knees pleading for genesis to return, Voicing whispers through nectars of melody, Rhythms pumped into cardiac burns. Experience perseveres questioning what-ifs, Scenarios resurrecting times gone, Ropes of hearts are difficult in cutting, Firmly holding whatever it deems to belong. The insecurities yell at my direction, How faces that once…
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End of the education era (Blog posts)

That was it. The ceremony itself is a formality, but for me it was more about the fact that many of these people it was likely I wouldn’t see again. After the 5th July, dressed in that gown where everyone seemed upbeat and taking pictures on what was a sunny day (a miracle given how…
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