Sunday, October 12, 2008

the smell of nostalgia...


sweet
slightly sour

heady
addictive
'...'

depressing

feel it

like a small prick
constant

like parting a curtain of fog
looking at scenes
a hazy play

like a unforgettable dream
dreamt in awakenness
awake yet asleep

like sunshine
warming the face
unseen
felt

like a feather
slowly stroking your back

like a rivulet of ice cold water
down your warm belly


lingering
pleasurable
tantalising

nostalgia
i miss u...

5 comments:

Anamika said...

I loved it...nothing else to say...absolutely wonderful...

The Mind Bedouin said...

:::dear vrinda:::

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

Sonal Dhiman said...

ur words paint a picture.. a clear one at that. u could paint with as much ease as u write. try it!
a respite, a whiff of cool breeze on a rather sunny sweaty day. so much for my writing!
real nice

The Mind Bedouin said...

:::dear sonal:::

i think you have potential. why dont you start writing?? ill be waiting for a new blog... and oh yeah.. please let me know when you do start one!

expresso said...

its deep and sincere. nostalgia is plainly indescribable.and yet you have successfully crafted it into a poem!