Like the soul,
in search of a body
tirelessly have i craved,
for the past,innocent.
Euphoric,it was
timid,short,and sweet.
Drizzling monsoon showers
each drop counted,
cause 'HOPE' it was....
the lullabies at night,
which kissed me,
to that land unknown....
enigmatic,yet soothing...
and 'SLUMBER' it was....
the enfolding of stages,
from the cutest child,
to the young, vibrant,
charismatic, woman.
Memories, from here and there,
like the wine , get tastier,
as they age....
yet,so distinctly,my heart
signalles,the feeling,
of recognition....
'NOSTALGIA' it was....!!!
