My hands lovingly touched worn-out pages Nostalgia engulfed me out of the blue Redolence of memoirs graced with ages Shades of my past life in
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Love for Music
Musings of Music Arise now and Then Love for the Same is Sheer joy Songs that I Learnt in Teens or Before Even How I
My Grown up Babes
Chanced upon a treasure in the attic Toys, wish cards done by dainty little hands Pretty frocks, tiny shirts shorts chromatic GI Joes, Pokemon, all
Reminiscence
I stare at the evolving world pass by I am old and everything else is new My friends quietly in their graves lie In my
As He Caresses
While I flip leaves of my album, he nears My Nostalgia, being a gentle breeze “Let me take you there”, I hear in my ears
The Silent Whispers
Crowning glory of midnight skies smiling Sipping my warm siesta sip by sip My soul in utmost peace and heart waltzing Unread chapters take me
Where the Untold Joy Dawns
Battered and lashed by the cold waves of life, I sat down on the banks of memory As life turned into a walk on the
Bygone Pleasures
Bygone are pleasures of my childhood days, Wonder if I can ever bring them back, Just waking up to welcome the sunrays, Those stories from
Summer Holidays
A snap shared on a family group dear, of impish cousins, an era bygone, invoked memories of holiday cheer. Nicknames, laughs, banter, and schedules redrawn,
Book of Memories
As I caressed the pages so yellow, Memories played a movie poignant, sad. The tunes of the past, made my heart mellow. Surge of moments
Bygone Philatelic Love
Scrambling through vintage I found my stamp book Refreshing memories of yesteryears How, collecting them, hours and days it took Bitten by that bug I
Reminiscing Those Days
Donning the easy going and cool lives, Our childhood echoed with mirth and chatter. The generation had light, easy vibes, Back then even scorching heat
Nostalgia in my Chest
In a nook of my room, stands an old chest Vibrantly hued, wreathed in satin and lace Holding me captive, as if possessed Fragments of
Shunned Trinkets
Today, you’re seven seas away, my dear. And I remember that day when you left My eyes shone -blinked away tears of pride, sheer. A
I Wish I Had Taken the Time
Some memories often leave your eyes wet, Undying and clinging to, forever One such old reminiscence is stored yet, Unwilling to bid bye or leave
Love’s Trajectory
When did we meet to make such memoriesbusy was I seeking her in her eyeswho knew love trails coursed such territories didn’t the philosopher muse- ‘in