Nostalgic

A poem for a moment of brief remembering.

Nostalgic

 

4.40 p.m. VIII-V-2010

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I river in my own maze

And scan this summer for warm answers

People flutter and vanish in the film of my dream

Disturbing the regular circles of life I’ve learned to adjust in

The day scatters around me in the form of events

And my parents withdraw themselves into their own belongings

Photographs I’ve tried to preserve decay on my walls

Diaries dictate my misplaced words amongst themselves

This is only a season

And nothing special, not the time to curse a monsoon

For not exploding on time

In my country when people die they take another form of life

And in the same country when ambitions die they become tears

And tears become memories appearing as incidents

And once a while when monsoon arrives again after a dead summer

Illusions of a grey sky form into dark clouds

And all your memories come back to breathing

Freely, one by one

 

And you thought only saints and the people you love

Had the special permission to come back from the dead.

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Reviews

[GunMetal]

I loved how you portrayed a sort of detachment from the world around you.
"People flutter and vanish in the film of my dream"
"The day scatters around me in the form of events"
I especially like this
"...not the time to curse a monsoon
For not exploding on time"
Great work.

[Lorraine]

Very good imagery and wonderful phase. I find the ending totally unpredictable and witty. You obviously have a gift for words and sounds. It's a really nice and insightful poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Aria]

And all your memories come back to breathing.

I like that. Very calm poem despite the chaotic monsoon. Kind of inspiring as well and the flow is great. Good work.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

"Illusions of a grey sky form into dark clouds
And all your memories come back to breathing" -
This was both lyrically and literally very powerful!
I loved this piece, very intense it is...Great work Ishan, keep it going!

[thatbryngirl]

I love this:) like...everything...and i love how you worded things.

"...And scan this summer for warm answers
People flutter and vanish in the film of my dream..."

i love the way you wrote that...iono why but yea i like this a lot.

Good job!! :)

[Ruth]

This is amazing work :) There is so much observation of the world in this and yet a tint of the self around the chaos :)
I have to say, the opening line is stunning! xx

[Gandré]

This was wonderful. I am glad you sent me this RQ... so strong your words. such a message. Transformation, it says, is when an object obtains new qualities without deviating from its essence.

[Annette Jay Sweeney]

You capture the sensation of nostalgia beautifully. I like your take on it. The only suggestion I have is to maybe switch up the form. It felt like there needed to be breaks in various places.

[Jenny Nelson]

Very clever and wonderfully descriptive of the topic. It was great to read about memories, a piece of your life, from examples that apply to your place and beliefs. Excellent!

[Brokensoul]

I could relate to each and every word and every sentence of your write. I don't really want to comment on it but all I want to say is your poem lingers on my mind...

[Nirmala]

As we bake in the heat of summer, this poem of this season is very appealing and truly makes one nostalgic. I liked the line ‘And scan this summer for warm answers’ and ‘Diaries dictate my misplaced words amongst themselves This is only a season And nothing special, not the time to curse a monsoon For not exploding on time’. It grips the country’s unique and intrinsic relationship with the monsoons that so govern most of our lives to the extent of making it or breaking it. The other line of expression that I appreciated was ‘And tears become memories appearing as incidents’. An interestingly expressed poem!