Those days were never good
I kept myself busy - wondering
About happy souls
The kind you saw in movies
Excitement which commercials sold
Missing from our lives, I thought
Wished to be elsewhere
Wished for lifetime’s adventure
Things turned out differently since those days
Flavour of daily life changed in so many ways
Now, I spend my holidays recalling ensuing escapades
Sensing that thrills hold no more enticements
Thinking about what is left behind
Suddenly there is longing
For the seemingly protracted years
Which don’t appear that dull anyway
A slight guilt rises from somewhere within: for rejecting the past
Nostalgia strengthens itself; so much so I see good in the era passed
The search I had found myself in
For another life
For freedom
For my corner of world
It reveals gems hidden in the myriad events,
In stressed thoughts, pointless pursuit of normalness
In spite of such trauma I had breathed easily
Not worry about groceries or health
Love I received - I know now - was unconditional
Future – as I saw - held unbridled promise
Then material comfort was limited,
No fancy living – just plain middle-class ways
But I wish fantasies - now long gone – to come back
And I lose my way in pile of rawness, as I did then
