#Nostalgia

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  • vysakh_shaji 1d

    A petal flutters past a verdant glimmer,
    Shafts of gold peering through sapphire,
    The tree of dreams sways softly,
    Knowing its roots bind two stars,
    Across an ocean of shades unbound,
    The stars glimpse each other briefly,
    The cruel world turns each time they blink,
    The tree remains adamant and adamantine,
    In its sapphire flowers, memories shimmering,
    Each fibre, flush with unfettered ardour,
    As fire and ice behold each other in the heavens,
    Divine hands tune the clock mercilessly,
    The two stars peer at a veil of letters,
    Knowing of fractured winds and trammels,
    The petals flutter away, knowing a chance nigh,
    The tree remains adamant and adamantine,
    Walnut and earthy luminescence behold the petals,
    Knowing the message, the clock, the veil,
    The tree bind their stars, unfazed and steadfast,
    As a petal flutters past a verdant glimmer...
    ©vysakh_shaji

  • meghasharma 1w

    Memory- An intertwined life!

    As I Ignite a figment of my mind
    winter strikes the window pane
    as a snow flake,
    I let in the lost time
    with a chill of nostalgia, and
    the apricity of mid-day life,
    time loses its linearity
    running in circles,
    reminding me that
    what has been lost comes alive.
    ©meghasharma

  • pranalishah 1w

    - Yesterday, Tomorrow or Today? -


    Living in the bygones has never
    got anyone anywhere other than —
    Living in nostalgia,
    Drowning in the sorrows of the last,
    Glistening in glories of hardships…

    But then how and when are we
    going to embrace all that awaits today?
    That what is to be a bygone of another yesterday…


    ©pranalishah

  • panchatatva 3w

    Fir Wahi

    Fir wahi kisse
    Fir wahi yaariyan
    Fir se wahi ruthna
    Aur fir wahi unka Maan jana
    .
    Waqt shayad aage nahi
    Piche ja raha hai...Lekin kyu
    Aur kiske liye???


    ©panchatatva

  • wanderinglass 3w

    This is the new year of our childhood, so different from today

    #newyear #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill @writersbay #love @childauthor_345 #nostalgia

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    Lost thread

    ©wanderinglass
    Hey, did u remember?
    The dress of tussore, once you brought:
    With the fragrance of autmn and spring.
    And that plumbless glory of miracles;
    Made my heart sprout and sing.

    Did u remember?
    Those colours of aurora:
    And the lithe of northern lights;
    And those chapters of missing 'Lucy,'
    And those crazy infant's dream
    With Wordsworth's tryst to her fantasy.

    Did u remember?
    The day I weeped;
    Clinging to your monsoonal
    raincoat;
    Cried for harry hit by voldemort:
    And the evening passed with giggling 'Tinkle' characters,
    And 'pakodas' of your comfort.

    Did u remember?
    SUMMER, ZEPHYR and ME
    the curve of my lips and sand imprinted
    footprints:
    My abode of sand, crushed by shores,
    And my effulgent dance with Flemingo's sprint.

    Did you remember?
    Granny and the treasurer of fleece ball:
    Her every knit was a rhyming ode;
    The tooth that drop with Christmas eve:
    We awaited for santa's arrival with welcoming hoard.

    Did you remember?
    The wishpering adieu;
    The tales of our love you received in lieu:
    Guitars, medley and bonfire,
    And your Scarlett rose of goodbye,
    Was a fumble bizzaire.

    Did you remember?
    Next morning charisma,
    In my eyes:
    Being an empyrean of good vibes:
    And the mayflower's greetings card;
    That brings smile to the maiden's
    Eye.

    Today
    Did you remember?
    The old me,
    The Skylark's chandillier:
    Can you be the yellow threads to my
    messy notebook?
    My 22's new year.

  • yashvibansal 3w

    Photograph

    Nostalgia: A photograph taken with an excellent camera.
    ©yashvibansal

  • happysoul_20 4w

    Take me back...

    The placid waters remind me of life in my hometown- filled with tranquility..


    ©happysoul_20

  • parasdeepak 5w

    Nostalgia

    ➡️Indian middle order collapse in a cricket match
    ➡️Hearing Nokia ringtone
    ➡️Son seeking permission for group studies
    ➡️Ingredient for an emotional twist

    - ©parasdeepak

  • aster_diya 5w

    A love poem based on one of my favorite movies, Your Name.

    #love #soulmate #time #destiny #nostalgia @writersnetwork

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    beyond the flow of time

    oh, time, how it relentlessly flows
    as I float in the infinite space of existence.
    a weightless speck in the cosmos,
    since the beginning of my creation.
    a lonely soul searching for its lost mate,
    for the answer to the one question,
    haunting me since the night of the comet –
    amidst the shower of meteors that lit up our planet,
    like fragments of memories from all our universes - 
    converging, aligning, diverging then colliding -
    that carried the fate of our lives above it:
    where are you, my love?
    I have waited for you a thousand years,
    for you to be erased is my greatest fear.
    As I fill in the fading words in my diary with ink,
    what if I lose you within the span of a blink?
    Are you there, my love?
    Flowing, along with the threads of destiny
    that intertwine and take shape
    at the crossroads of our lives,
    Every word and moment shared 
    woven into the tapestry of us.
    Oh, how they unravel and break,
    like the strings of our aching hearts -
    The torn patches in the fabric of our meeting,
    I promise to stitch those scars and rebuild the bridge
    at the intersection of our worlds, no matter how far.
    For you, I promise to go beyond the flow of time.
    So please wait for me, wherever you are,
    Just a little longer, just a little longer,
    Till my body reaches the abode of my heart.

    ©aster_diya

  • mahtobpensdown 6w

    A time to just go wandering around without any restrictions looks just like a long distant relationship or a dream now! When will you and me be free from the clutches of unanticipated hitches? As you and the new era, young ones and , yet to step in school �� bcz of the pandemic, remember the school in saudade having watched it only on photos or TV �� it makes so more prevalent that we all exist here only for a temporary period and yet hold on unnecessary glitches! The time we overcome those is when the wave �� is gone back, and won't return again!
    ©mahtobpensdown


    Ps - Be forgiving and live if you don't want to regret later!

    #saudade #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork #reminiscent #life #love #nostalgia #thoughts #school #friends #temp #takecare #pod #repost

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @prose_met_pankti @wordsmith200 @nostalgicwriter

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    Reminiscent

    A time to just go wandering around without any restrictions looks just like a long distant relationship or a dream now! When will you and me be free from the clutches of unanticipated hitches? As you and the new era, young ones and , yet to step in school bcz of the pandemic, remember the school in saudade having watched it only on photos or TV it makes so more prevalent that we all exist here only for a temporary period and yet hold on unnecessary glitches! The time we overcome those is when the wave is gone back, and won't return again!
    ©mahtobpensdown

  • monali03 7w

    PART 02

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    .
    I am Tara Sengupta. Yes, from a typical Bengali family. I don't watch bolly drama, and I love music. Mostly into pop songs and indie. Soft notes can indeed be called a my kind of thing. They help me relax and are so healing. And I really need to heal.
    .
    Okay. So it's been two days since I last had a crumb. Hmm, I've been fasting. And don't ask me why. Because, really, I don't know.
    I don't think I know what's going on. Every thing is so beautiful and yet so complicated . I called it 'beautiful', so most people don't get it, as I also called it difficult. Yes.

    Beautiful things are hard to get, and when you get them, they are difficult to keep.
    .





    .





    @mirakeeworld @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay






    #stories #wings #writersnetwork #running #nostalgia #book #wn #repost #pod #wod #book #me #love

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    A SILENT JUDGE

    ~Part 02
    ©monali03

  • monali03 7w

    PART 01

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    This is me.
    Lately, I have been running. Running bizarre.
    I have had a few encounters; been a friend to some, and just an acquaintance to others.
    My chapters are messy. It's a big volume. And this book isn't going to take you anywhere, I think.
    Yet if you want to read, go ahead.
    .





    @mirakeeworld @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay






    #stories #wings #writersnetwork #running #nostalgia #book #wn #repost #pod #wod #book #me #love

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    A SILENT JUDGE

    ~Part 01

    Okay, this is just some random stuff I came up with. These are some paragraphs I wrote on my personal Notepad app, which I'm sure, is a place holding the rants of numerous poets and story writers.
    So I thought, why not give a try to this?
    Please let me know if you like this series. Will be posting a few parts.

    With love
    ~ Monali♡

    ©monali03

  • poet_holuwatoseen 7w

    # SANKOFA # Africa # Culture #Nostalgia #Get the past back #read, like, comment and repost

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    SANKOFA; The wailings of the drum

    Here comes the prosody of the night
    of complex and sonorous meanings
    It is time to embrace the beginnings
    sunken in the bosom of our mothers
    pregnant with remedies to mend the broken ladders
    Only in unison can we raise our voice to fight.

    Here comes the awakening of the gong
    clamouring for healing with a revival song
    whose echo rumbles in the hearts of the forest
    shrieking and wailing in the labriynth of unrest

    Our elephants has their teeths on the sour fruits
    Are we to pay for the pains as the root?
    The foundation is an obsolete destruction
    How do we embark on its subtle reformation
    Do the pillars remain unscathed or driven back to the roots?


    Here comes the beckoning call from the past
    Have we soon forgotten our roots?
    Deep into the soil with a nourishing cast
    Not even the mystic ways of the white can soothe
    Why then do we find solace in the piano's hoot.

    Here comes the lament of the drums
    Woe to the moderators of the culture
    who paved way to the alteration of the hums
    who gave claws to the vociferous vulture
    what ears shall listen to our wailing tongues?
    what prophecy do we speak to our future?
    Who shall tarry when danger comes?



    ©poet_holuwatoseen

  • suluwrites 8w

    90's wali hoon

    Is tez bhaagti zindagi mein,
    Thehraav chahti hoon.
    Mehenge brownie icecream se zyada,
    Thelewale se kulfi khana chahti hoon.
    Phone pe jhat se baat karke milne ke bajaay,
    Waqt tay karke milne ka intezar karna chahti hoon,
    Chatting ke zamane mein,
    Haath se likhe khat padhna chahti hoon.
    Flings aur casuals ke zamane mein,
    Kisi ek se dil lagana chahti hoon.
    Branded kapdo ki regular shopping se zyada,
    Ek hi dress saalon tak repeat karna chahti hoon.
    Keep it simple ke is high end wale swag mein,
    Dhoom dham se shaadi karna chahti hoon.
    Rap aur angrezi gaano ke is loud music ke beech,
    90s ke original gaano ke hookstep karna chahti hoon.
    Mehenge status symbol wale gifts ke bajaay doston ko,
    Haath se banaye, dil se bune taufe dena chahti hoon.
    90s wali hoon, bas, dil se jeena chahti hoon


    ©suluwrites

  • darthgaaru 8w

    As I got older, I found myself in an increasing number of circumstances where I felt I was in a loop, where I felt a lack of excitement and where I felt anxious. Then one Saturday morning I woke up a bit late and something magical happened.

    #memories #nostalgia #melancholy #life

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Past Saturday

    You see,
    On that particular Saturday,
    It just so happened that I overslept.
    So the stuffy warm odour of the sweaty gym floor,
    Which were staples of my morning fitness routine,
    Were replaced by the aromas of mom’s Sambar,
    Of heated Ghee and of idlis just steamed.
    Breakfast indulgence had ceased long before,
    But on that day I decided to indulge and eat.
    You see,
    On that particular Saturday,
    It just so happened that I overslept.
    So the silence of the cold dawn, before the Sun’s rising,
    Which left me wanting to get back into bed,
    Was replaced with the tunes of The Bombay Vikings,
    And a host of 90’s Indie Pop tunes instead.
    Old beats and old styles of strumming strings,
    Revived old memories I thought were dead.
    You see,
    On that particular Saturday,
    It just so happened that I overslept.
    So the noise of the news channels into which I’d tune,
    To listen in to the latest useless flashing report,
    Was replaced by the sounds of my cousin watching cartoons,
    And I thought back to all my favourite shows.
    I knew from the bottom of my heart, the truth,
    That they made the cartoons way better before.
    You see,
    On that particular Saturday,
    It just so happened that I overslept.
    So I slowly opened my eyes to the blinding yellow light.
    It had been lifetimes since I had slept so well.
    That day, I woke up in the past, my most treasured time,
    And in the bliss of my childhood, for a moment I dwelled.
    For some reason, I knew everything would be fine,
    And after ages, my anxiety was finally quelled.
    ©darthgaaru

  • grangergirl87 8w

    The wait

    She sat there,lost in herself,
    The rippling emerald water of the lake fragmenting her shadow;
    The snow capped mountains revering her silence,
    An eternity passed, myriads of events passing before her eyes;
    Reflecting her unfazed determination.
    The leaves on the tree took the shade of fire, spreading a fiery carpet under the trees..
    The spreading chill did little to move her soul,only to condense it in its entirety.
    She sat there,
    awaiting the return of her lost years of love, the unfulfilled promises.
    Awaiting the spring, that never returned.
    ©grangergirl87

  • de_ife_7 3d

    FOREVER

    It's been a long time coming,
    sanctify your mind from dark beckoning.
    Grey huts stand tiredly in the heat of Sahara.
    Brown and brown, tell it to a clown.

    If forever was ten thousand years, then few more days till eternity, face to face.
    there shall be no moaning of the sea,
    Shout out of poetic insinuation.

    Blind eyes see clearer in the night, night of majestic elegance.
    A battalion of bats of battle,
    swarm the blue sky carelessly.

    Today or tomorrow, today or no more. Adios.
    ©de_ife_7 adeifeoluwaalo@gmail.com

  • thebhavnasaxena 9w

    Nostalgia makes a home
    In my heart today and so
    My hands frantically search
    For old letters, the ones you
    Wrote to me and tucked roses
    In the folded margins of that
    Ocean of ink that smelled like
    Your love.

    Nostalgia possesses my soul,
    And so I tear out windows in the
    Fabric of time, only to look back
    Once, just one last time, I tell myself,
    Just like you fed me lies dipped in honey
    And I read and read again, the poems
    Where you told me, as poets do, that
    I am your muse, the goddess who has
    Your heart and the lover for whom you'll
    Set fire to the world, if it ever tries to take
    Us apart.

    #love #relationships #life #moments #diary #journal #wonder #nostalgia #like #wod #pod #feelings #stories #heart #people #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #freeverse

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    Nostalgia

    Nostalgia becomes me, I taste my
    Bittersweet words as I speak them,
    Now that you are gone, I realize how
    Truly banal your verses are, the ones
    I thought to be priceless once upon
    A time, I hold your old letters to the moon
    And they drift away, just like falling leaves
    On a windy day, I am shedding the illusion
    You wove and I was ecstatic to wear on my
    Skin, I am letting myself free, for in hindsight
    I know, this was not love, but I wonder,
    If love didn't turn me into a poet,
    What did?
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • lamansh 10w

    वो बातो का दरिया, वो आंखों में पानी,
    इन दूरियों में भूल गए सब बचपन की कहानी।

    वो लड़ना वो झगड़ना, वो आशिक़ी हमारी,
    इक तस्वीर में सिमट आयी सब यादें पुरानी।

    ©lamansh

  • ananias 10w

    #love #duty #nostalgia #midnight #lsd #rhymes #nature @writersnetwork

    What could of been? Or what wasn't? Better not to open that can of worms.

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    Simone (Acid Dropping)

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    Dancing snowflakes, gleeming beems of light, and crisp, scented breezes with fragrances of that night.

    On moonlit midnights, on these long and winding roads, your beauty beckons me back but duty drives me home.

    ©ananias