OLD TIMES
Written a long time ago, a poem on old times.
“Sometimes when l read the old things I wrote,
I get astonished at me only, and the circumstances back then,
It’s astonishing what I used to think and how I got over it,
Only, now, to find myself at a similar place again.
Nostalgia hits hard,
It feels like time really just flies so fast.
Every pain-free day passes in a blink,
And the days in pain seem like they will be never ending.
I want my thoughts to be a certain way,
I want my brain to be in a certain zone everyday,
Zone where it could really see how the past passed so fast,
And how we evolved into what we are,
How it feels like nothing has changed since the day I was born,
And at the same time, how it feels like things have changed, like in style, from time to time the yarn.
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It feels nice at this moment,
I’m sitting on the big old mat of ours,
The mat on which many memories were made,
It watched me grow from a little baby till now,
Protected my soft baby knees, when I learnt to crawl,
Even today it allows me and my things to have a space,
Amidst the dust on the terrace, that no matter how much you clean, never fades,
And not gonna lie, I avoid to do it as long as possible,
As I know I have my dear mat at my solace.
It’s peaceful, cozy, calm right now,
And I am enjoying it fully for I don’t know when it could be gone.
Anyways, what could be better than sun in cold chilly winters,
And why to care about anything else,
While I’m sitting right under the Sun, on my old dear mat, just with a t shirt on, without the sweater.”
Thank You for reading.
