Nostalgia

The same fresh breeze

Caressing my unruly hair.

The same waters

Whispering curses and secrets.

The same crumbling pier

Sighing under the weight

Of shattered illusions and broken toys.

 

The child within me

Laughs and plays

With the wind and the water.

The adult that I am

Closes my eyes

Trying to recapture the

Sights and sounds

Of innocence.

 

(Location : Kuttanad; Kerala)

Nostalgia

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