It comes to surface when I am alone

Nostalgia
It comes to surface when I am alone,
A reverie that takes me along…
To memories that are my life, those moments which make me alive….
A nostalgic feeling drives me crazy,
I want to be a baby,
Going to be hazy…
Striving to get the toy that’s not mine,
Thriving to sleep in Mom’s lap and fall in to dreams that shine…
It was good to be a child, so protected, so safe, in the love and care so mild…
Don’t know why we grow? Why we flow?
Along the idiotic calculations of life,
Which kills the innocence and purity of thy…
A prolonged mirage created of fake,
It’s an Osmosis that makes me shake…
But I love this home coming of mine,
Which makes me nostalgic, united with what I am…
I feel sure. I feel fine…

Arpita Patel

Arpita is a writer by passion and a wandering soul who loves to live every day life to the fullest. Her scribbles reflect her inner side and experiences. Hope you enjoy the writings of this muddled utopian.

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