Nostalgia

NOSTALGIC RAIN

A perfect sunrise & pitter-patter on tracks.A soft touch of unknown silences & intense darkness of labyrinths,fragrance of black roses and a foggy air fusing with our skin,teaches us to be the part of  those things which might be unusual and weird for others but an unprecedented chaos for some because we know somewhere how a thing can be more than a thing,in many hidden ways revealed itself less but influencing more just to stir everyone's mind and left them with different repercussions.It might be all in our heads, many faces & giggles of loved ones;or a Deja vu  of everything which could make us feel infinite all at once.But how much it is real.Still it feels like every person,every moment  & memories are tucked in the net & fabricated by nostalgia.We grew in the age of transition & have become the generation of nostalgia.An old mind,an old heart and an old soul transformation who knows, everything else is  rippling in the ocean of our minds for so long.Once we were there & then we are no more.Its like where we were actually and where we are going to but whatever it is will definitely be better than this where we are right now.A progress but excruciating truth that sometimes memories and people are more than memories and people having no compensations.May be everything else become a part of photographs & our favorite smiles will  be captured in our heads.Soothing dawns will remain in our memories.A relaxing beauty is illusion which warms our souls but what it is actually which caught our eyes and then that beauty will be the part of agings & somewhere a part of remembrance giving wide smiles.Some eyes so gleamed to forget will be contributed to some past events.Its weird to think about this.Almost every time we are busy in connecting dots & pursuit of truth of the strings which are holding us not just because to know whats the cause or whats happening  but for some of us like it that way.Stirred in the silences of horizons or thinking about existence of many labyrinths & finding out what is our actual purpose of existence,Autumn's pale leaves carpet,winter's unforgettable nights & calmness,summers' rush,spring fragrances & how much luring they are,sometimes its only snowy paths or drizzling sky,people who are full of spirits and are the best part of their existence because they know how to put smiles on everyone else' face,somewhere its only their talks which are complete chaos about them & memories which are unforgettable.Have a look deep down,its not about to live your life only with your memory box but to feel them to let them be your part & vanishes yourself in its truthfulness, by not some routine chores to be done in time or long to do lists but to live whether its happening or has been happened but the truth is we are living right now & everything in front of us is real.Everyone and everything is somewhere the part of us which we could never deny.They all make us or break us & some of us gets transform into something from nothing or are strong at the broken places.It completes us and shows us the mirror to reveal our real image.It might become the part of nostalgia; all the places we have gone,all the people we have met and mend a net with,all the books we read,all the people we love,all the smiles we caught,all the dreams we dream,mornings in which we were alone or dawns surrounded by tons of peeps,light fragrance of loneliness or suffocation of heaviness,roar of laughter and all the love we get,every moment in which we were participating or every people we wanted to talk;its all which matters & will take part in constructing our flash backs.In our nostalgia there are many revocable things which we can't deny but can fall in love with them though because its real and everything & everyone is part of us,penetrating from our skins to bones and are entailing deep in our flesh.How blessed those times are whenever we  allow to let the world fused with our skins & let them to give us something really worth to remember.At the end it's all what  matters is our nostalgia & memories' haunt & howl because there are maps through our bones & skins,to the way we've felt & the way we've been.Its certain,its existence & hapening is meaningful  & always be.

          "still, those words are conspicuous at the walls,& foot prints affixed                                   on labyrinths of my heart"