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 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.

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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