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
Reading this took me back in time
ReplyDeleteIf u stop writing,its nothing but crime!!!
Yo \m/ Mr. Cary, you are pretty good with rhyming words too :P
ReplyDeletebtw thanks, very motivating :)
Are there any more hidden talents locked up in some closet besides the ones we keep discovering?? So far I have photography and excellent writing skills.
ReplyDeletewell talents are best appreciated when they are hidden, and it just pops out like "jack in the box" :P
ReplyDeleteso u will have to wait , to see.... \m/
Ps- btw u not that bad either:D