As I sit here in the crowded room,
With the lights as dim as it can be.
I experience the loneliness that follows me every time I try to be free.
At times I wonder, “What attracts the lonesome spirit to me?”
Why it keeps haunting me, when I am surrounded by lovely beings.
Then my mind, body and soul sink into an aura of nostalgic era,
Making me re-collect, the good old days.
The times I cherish, the people that mattered and the things I love to do.
I smile, I smirk and I cry, as I sink further into my hypnosis,
Recapitulating my history,
Living in the past I realize, the emotions, the colours and the fragrance.
And then a nudge interjects me,
Making me realize, “Past is Past and will never be back, enjoy the Present, as in Future, this very Present will be Past, and will be added as, yet another closed chapter of my life.”
Which I surely would love to re-call.
.....3rd Oct, 007