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NOSTALGIA

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Gazing out the window, was never so hurting before - disturbance that well the eyes and the heart roars, a song of melancholy hums from within - - no drop of hope the cloud gets; that could touch the skin. Watching patterns of clouds in puddles was fun before, tarred roads reflected on clouds today, making it look sore. Wish of a selfish me, was to see the crying clouds, I hoped to see the hope that wished me luck aloud.
... and then the drops poured down, in a gush to wet the ground, a melting heart, emotions drenched, dry me, but wet surround. I get to the edge, open windows, and allow the water in, the body soaked and so the mind, in world of feelings akin - - Moist soil brings to me memories of the days bygone, for some time now, solitude is where I found the cozy zone. I believe clouds wished the same for me, water trickle down my eyes, Earth rejoice the moments of now, while I celebrate past.

Nostalgia -by Vijita Pillai © 2017