The nostalgic journey of recollecting the past often brings a smile upon our face. Here is a poem by Manas Madrecha
that unfolds how the poet remembers his tale of the fictional forgone days, and savors the aroma of remembrance.
Although we may pretend to move forward in our rapid lives, but the saying "Old is gold" time and again loves to prove itself by gifting us with the phenomenal present of memories of the past.
Basking in your sultry touch,
Like capricious summer breeze!
O old good times of my life,
With you, my moments cease.
In the sinuosity of memories,
A mesmerizing face I sought;
Amid the rumble of routine,
Who could have, O ‘Manas’, thought?
Willingly we got beguiled,
In the augury snared by Cupid;
Fallen in the abyss of eyes,
How smitten were we too stupid!
With time, to forget the bygone past,
We had moved on, perchance;
But entranced eyes couldn't move past,
The gaze of your countenance.
I focus ruminatively sometimes,
On blurred visions of remembrance,
To dredge our lost togetherness,
From the remnants of reminiscence...
Beyond the realm of possibility,
It is, to forget indelible past!
How do I make my heart understand,
But, some things just don't last?
In no time, to return no more,
The glee flees of foregone days;
Then remain the memories,
And enticing nostalgia's maze...
© Poem by Manas Madrecha