#ak_nostalgia

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 19w

    #traditions #ak_nostalgia
    #ak_wn_repost
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    11 Sept 2021 1.15 pm

    (Here Acts describe particular tradition
    And scenes represent particular festival)

    Can anyone identify the scenes ?//
    // Scene I - Vishu, Scene II - Onam, Scene III - Deewali ||
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    Heirlooms of Hiraeth ~

    Act I
    Touching gravel soil with tender feet and falling
    Tasting sugary rice and desserts with eager tongues
    Being embraced in warmest hugs and cuddles of family
    Being the source of joy and happiness, brightest days
    When even tears were as sweet as smiles, spreading glee

    Act II
    Greeting the dawn by the riverside,
    Dipping in the flowing glee,
    Freshening up to toil the day,
    Tame few flames and wipe any blames
    Lamps lit early to dawn and dusk affront the deities
    All kith and kin gathering for every meal,
    Tightening togetherness
    Native calendars and cultural festivals,
    Binding tales and truth

    Act |||
    Adoring aeonian antiquities, tracing ancient threads
    Reviving religious flames and reform sparks
    Sustaining sacred groves and shrines
    Enchantress dancing to percussive music
    Temples and tribes, folklores and flares, art and literature
    Tradition is a thread that tethers one to timelines
    One that preserves fire of permanence, even while ephemeral flames burns out

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Ah really!��Thank you so much for EC and Repost ����
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    ❁// Heirlooms of Hiraeth

    Scene I
    Skylark on the dawnbranch of April
    Hymns along with the chiming zephyr
    Cuddling laburnum blooms of golden glow
    Sing songs the celebration of spring equinox
    .
    .
    Scene II
    Dragonfly chasing September blossoms
    Marigold and hibiscus, ensues harvest festival
    Treasuring halcyon days of solidarity
    Bonding heirlooms of hiraeth under one sky
    .
    .
    Scene III
    Even still eventides murmur
    Twilight flames dance away
    Folklores echo in berserk breeze
    While deities guard the green groves
    .
    .
    Somewhere a poet chants balladries
    Longing effervescence of bygone glories

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 70w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #sadness #nostalgia #memories #music #love #life
    #ak_nostalgia

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    23 September 2020 6pm

    Scent of Nostalgia

    There was a tinge of sadness in her voice
    As she sang scribbled sheets of notations
    Old as antique and stored in a trunk box
    Along with pressed flowers and jewels
    A pearl necklace, bangles and anklets
    Peacock feathers and dried wildflowers

    Baby-face in black and white photographs
    Resembles her own face, its her mother!
    Essence of her childhood, teenage and youth
    Handwritten letters and music sheets
    Preserved as a precious treasure of time
    All of it had stories to tell and songs to sing

    Nostalgia smells scent of dried daffodils
    Sounds like crumbled music notations
    Her old violin weeps inside its case in shelf
    Those tunes echo in soft breeze caresses
    Her words and verses are alive, breathing
    She lives here, her soul resides in memories

    Memories of bubbles burst and tears flow
    She holds her mom's picture to her chest
    Feels her presence in the photographs,
    The words in the letters, notes in the sheet,
    Her songs heartfelt, music tunes touching
    Her melody flows through the song lyrics

    Immortalizing the song, the person, the bond
    Music unites souls even from worlds apart
    When she sings the lyrics come alive with life
    Heavenly harmony accompanies her acapella
    Her voice flows with the sorrowful river within

    / Nostalgia resides in her sorrowful heart
    Notations rest on a cushion of wildflowers
    Memories glide in waves to her barefoot
    And harmonize with the beats of her anklets
    As she begins
    the song of her life
    with the world as her stage /

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    Scent of Nostalgia

    There was a tinge of sadness in her voice
    As she sang scribbled sheets of notations
    Old as antique and stored in a trunk box
    Along with pressed flowers and jewels
    Nostalgia smells scent of dried daffodils
    Sounds like crumbled music notations
    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 102w

    #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #writerstolli @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli#julietscorner #yaminiread #ceesreposts #love #life #poetry #nature #inspiration
    #nostalgia #ak_nostalgia

    Nostalgia

    As I sail in this boat of life ahead
    Waves of nostalgia danced around
    Memories became stories written
    But hidden from a world that kept
    Changing, shedding leaves of love
    Forgotten in between closed diaries...
    Photographs on the wall say that
    I've been loved by everyone around
    Half of them have breathed their last
    And left this world, leaving me nothing
    But endless tears that tastes of love
    Sweetness of mangoes and sour taste
    Of tamarinds, the food grains and veggies
    All belonged to the time of grandparents
    They are no more to bring me love but
    The worst pain is that the place I grew up
    The land where I learned to walk, the 'home'
    Where we all lived happily... I lost everything
    Division... Partition... Separation... Finally,
    They weighed my love with their scales
    It wasn't enough, they said... Who is blind?
    The bonds got limited to celebrations
    If only I could light a lamp in their grave
    And offer them flowers I grew, just to say,
    "I'm sorry, I couldn't fight for a piece of land"
    Tears kept falling on the old photographs
    Black and white with colorful memories
    Whereas the new photographs seem dull
    All the colors fading... Only gray remaining...
    Do others still remember ? I just wonder...
    Life is not all merrymaking, they don't know
    Tears have to be paid back, I long to be found
    Somewhere in my past, and recognized for
    That very love I was forbidden, loved in excess
    Just for the fact that I loved truly, and then to
    Belong to a place, a person, a heart with love

    // My tears keep falling like raindrops
    Bitter-sweet petrichor of memories
    Swallowed by waves of nostalgia
    Leaving me thirsty, longing for love //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    Nostalgia

    As I sail in this boat of life ahead
    Waves of nostalgia danced around
    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz