Photography by Meher Gandhi
NOSTALGIA STRIKES HARD
BY MEHER GANDHI
They say nothing lasts forever,
And now I know.
Time turns away,
As if to prove why it couldn’t last just another day.
All the times, I walk down a certain street,
I get lost in those moments sweet,
Never wanting to escape this black hole,
Forever remaining in these streets cold.
Nostalgia strikes hard,
Harder than could be realised.
All the flashes of the past,
That leave me hypnotized.
Rewind. Pause. Forward.
I keep swinging between and around;
Just to meet the old me,
Who was once storm-bound.
I wish I could believe,
What I knew not to be true.
I wish I could ease-breathe,
In times I felt gaiety to be untrue.
I am afraid of what I feel while reminiscing,
For I am not the person who winces over the gone days.
I often have a laugh with the present,
Even though, I don’t have ‘meet and greets’ with the past days.
But sometimes, I just cannot help;
Giving away all of my consciousness,
To the times, I could have lived,
To the glooms that didn’t fade.
And my fears,
They make me crumple up to the narrowest corner of my heart.
All these years,
I could’ve lived all the junctures that wouldn’t upstart.
So every time, I walk down these lanes,
I ponder over the memories I made.
I laugh at my own mistakes,
And anger over things I didn’t say.
Suddenly, I jerk my head from left to right,
To make sure I am not day-dreaming again.
The sunshine of today comes back bright,
I am back in this ship where I am the captain.
This ocean around me,
Reminds me of the the present day.
The sky above me,
Reminds me of the delay.
So I start steering this ship in the way,
I didn’t know existed.
I steer my ship in the way,
That to me isn’t haunted.
I know not how much time will it take,
For me to reach the unknown.
I don’t know how many reincarnations of this ship would it take,
To land me on the land not windblown.
And every time, these leaves shrink and fly away,
All I know is that,
‘Nothing lasts forever’ is the only truth till this day,
That’ll last forever.
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With love,
Meher
Beautifully penned dear Meher, keep it up, God bless you
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Thank you very much! Glad you liked it! God bless you!
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Aaah! ❤
AMAZINGGG. Like alwayss.
Nostalgia. Of course. Something we always end up talking about.
But this is beautifully written!
And the last lines are my favv! ❤
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Thank you so very much Shruti!! Yes, we do talk about it and surely, end up wanting to go back to the ‘good ol’ days’…
Thank yaa❤❤
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“This ocean around me,
Reminds me of the the present day.
The sky above me,
Reminds me of the delay”.
This caught my eye. Very nicely written. Hope to read all you posts.
Check this one out
https://readnburnblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/24/pristine-imperfections/
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Thanks a lot! So pleased to know that you liked it!
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good poem. there are similarities in tone. and interpretations are key. i would never discount yrs. after all these two poems brought us here, in the same light. ultimately, mine is about grieving over someone for a long time. someone special. thx for dropping in Meher. ill be sure to check in, again.
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Thank you so much for stopping by! I am pleased to know that you liked it!
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It’s lovely, especially because of the direction of the ship at the end. Nostalgia becomes more and more powerful the older we get, and it needs keeping in check at times, for the waters are not always warm for many.
– Esme smiling and hugging Meher upon the Cloud
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So true…waters can never be predicted. They can be very rough at times!
Thanks for this lovely comment, Esme!❤
– Meher hugging Esme back❤
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Memories last forever💫
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Yes, they surely, do! ❤
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God.. !! I literally got goosebumps while reading. . How much wisdom do you hold!!
You are like that golden sand,
which is so soft and warm..
It has the power to soak in all the rain..
You shine like a diamond band
And illumine our lives with your mighty brain!!
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Oh goodness…thank you so so much! ❤ This comment literally has made my day!
I cannot help but smile on knowing how you think about me and my writings! Thanks a lot!❤
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This verse right here:
I know not how much time will it take,
For me to reach the unknown.
I don’t know how many reincarnations of this ship would it take,
To land me on the land not windblown.
Absolutely beautiful. It’s the written word of exactly how nostalgia makes you feel in the end.
This is kind of how I see it, nostalgia has its own ship that you can’t see coming through the fog, but when you finally do, it’s too late. It hits hard and fast. The only way to get away from it is to steer your own ship away.
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Yes, yes exactly!
I am so glad that you liked this poem and I appreciate your view point! We all need to be present in the present so as to make newer and happier memories rather than always being caught in thought about the past. We need to start steering the ship as soon as we realize the delay!
Thanks for this lovely comment!
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What an absolute gem this poem is!! I loved it! Such beautifully you have captured the intricacies of time and nostalgia!♥️
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Thanks a ton! Glad you liked it!❤
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A great poem of remembering the past and coming to terms with the present! The older I get the more nostalgic I become.
Dwight
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Thanks so much for your kind words!
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You are welcome!
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I often think about the “old days” before I was struck with an illness that I have. Back then I felt fearless and free and full of endless possibilities. It was quite a while that I felt trapped from growing and experiencing new pleasures, but part of that entrapment was myself. We can’t always have what we used to have, but there are things in the present and future that we can. We just can’t be blind to them just because they’re different.
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I really appreciate this view-point. Yes, it is important to move on and be hopeful for the coming days. Change is inevitable and it’s better to get on terms with this fact as early as possible.
Thanks for reading this poem!
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You have a great blog, and thank you for liking my Sky Chess painting. I just uploaded a new one as well.
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Thanks a lot!
Will check it out!
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