I am addicted to scratching the healing wounds;
and revisiting the pain
I scratch them and peel them;
where so dry the crust is
I scratch them and peel them;
where so thick the rust is
I am addicted to the throbbing pain;
and I relish the heady pleasure
I am addicted to sweet nostalgia;
and memories, my humble treasure
I am addicted to scrubbing the clouded mirror;
and looking into the past
I see them and smell them;
all the sepias and musk
I see them and smell them;
all the dawns, the final dusk
I am addicted to the fading images;
and I relish the memory of desire
I am addicted to sweet nostalgia;
and memories, my dark mire
I find nostalgia,
intoxicating and fascinating
The rain drops caught in a spider’s web;
the glimmer of seduction,
but only death awaiting
The majestic charm of a thunderstorm;
chaos and destruction,
clashing and wildly mating
The sad beauty of the last sunset;
a theatrical production,
saddening but liberating
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Kis kis line par waah kii jiye…
It’s like a kaleidoscope of life, pain and nostalgia…. Feel like sandpaper on
You are too kind and a fellow addict of nostalgia too
It is said that Clear Conscious is Sign of Bad Memory. Thanks God, I have a very clear conscience 😀
but I do have my sympathy for the once with a better memory, and resulting pain, nostalgia, suffering.
I wonder what is worst, a bad memory and thus a man living in only today, or a Remeberence of Things Past and its ultimate result.
Lol true that but I assure you nostalgia tastes better with each burden on the conscience
Good one sir:)
Very kind of you Nida
Aap aysa likheingay tu kind tu hona paray ga sir ji 🙂
Lol…true that