Nostalgia in my Chest

Vandana Nadar posted under PenMuse-44 Poetry on 2022-09-09

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 moments, I forever trace Whiffs of past life dwell in this mystic place It holds inside, myriad versions of me Bitter, sour, sweet spells from the past to see Love-drenched memoirs, unfinished confabs too Sanctuary or cage, be free or flee? Beyond time and space, these memories woo!   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!