Nostalgia
Thy name is pain.
What once was,
Can never be,
The same again!
I longed to go,
To the old abodes,
Of my childhood's years,
My heart beating fast,
Holding back my tears,
Go i did,
After two score years.
My childhood was strewn,
All over there,
Pristine joy,never a care.
But nothing at all,
Was as it had been,
A sweeping hand,
Had changed the scene.
I could not find,
Though fresh in mind,
A trace of what,
Had been pulling at me.
Where was the house?
The park,the swings?
With passage of time,
They had taken wings.
The land was same,
Living and throbbing,
Why did my heart,
Feel like sobbing ?
A very heartwarming poem on nostalgia and change. Change is inevitable and in such a scenario, fond memories remain our only treasures that we can cherish for all the years to come.
ReplyDeleteYes Arti fond memories are no less than a treasure.Thanks for visiting.
DeleteThat is so sad, Indu. True, things, places and even people are not the same when we meet them after many years. Agreed that change is inevitable and we are all not celebrities to have our childhood homes and surroundings preserved, but when we are face to face with reality, it hurts -- a lot. And one feels as if a part of one's life has been washed away. I could feel all the pain in the words.
ReplyDeleteHow well you have understood my feelings Zephyr.
DeleteLove you !!!
This poem is making me feel nostalgic.....Wish we had power to turn back the time....
ReplyDeleteThis poem made me feel nostalgic....Wish we had power to turn back time!
ReplyDeleteValli we all go back in time to hurt ourselves-i wonder why?
DeleteAh, how touching! Of course, the beauty of those days only remain in our memories. Can anyone turn back the clock?
ReplyDeleteTrue-what would we be without our memories?
DeleteNyc poem... Keep writing..:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ajnabi.
DeleteMade me sad .. I miss my home now ,
ReplyDeleteMainu puchde ne mere pind de log..
Ki tun isse pind da hain waasi
---> People in my village ask me
Am i a resident of this village
Jadon main apne pind nu hai wapis jana
--> When i return to my village, my town
I had written the poem a bit long time, will publish it sometime ..
Bikram's
Bikramjit vakt de naal sab badal jaanda hai,bas apna dil e nahin badalda!
DeletePublish your poem we would love to read it.
Deletehaanji so true.. thats why they say Dil hai ki maanta nahin..
DeleteI am still stuck in those good days and places ..
Yes being so far away from home & that too in a different culture-it must be lonesome sometimes.
DeleteAh, development is erasing the memories only to create new ones, Indu. And we can never go back to the way it was.... no matter how hard we try, things are never going to be the same again. We must embrace the change as it is inevitable. A heart breaking reality, but.... c'est la vie!
ReplyDeleteLovely..lovely piece of writing!
How do you do it?Without seeing the place you have nailed the reason.This home of mine was right in the heart of city,near Connaught Place & Bangla Saheb Gurudwara.Instead of our single story bungalows i saw ugly red apartments & the park in front too has been taken over.
DeleteThanks a ton Rajesh.
ReplyDeleteThat was touching Indu ji
ReplyDeleteIt tugged at the heart because I suppose we are all facing this change like Panchali has said --its all in the name of development and may be its inevitable and also good but the "'heart knows no reason'' and laments
your poem is nostalgia for all ---so many a times it has happened that we go back and ask for a certain eatery which we had frequented and which used to serve a certain speciality in ourtimes and the present crowd looks at you with a blank amused expression
life I suppose is like that.
thanks for this
regards
rajni
Thank you Rajni for sharing your feelings.Your support is very endearing.Yes it is inevitable.This is the price we pay for moving on in life.
DeleteLove you!
That was touching Indu ji
ReplyDeleteIt tugged at the heart because I suppose we are all facing this change like Panchali has said --its all in the name of development and may be its inevitable and also good but the "'heart knows no reason'' and laments
your poem is nostalgia for all ---so many a times it has happened that we go back and ask for a certain eatery which we had frequented and which used to serve a certain speciality in ourtimes and the present crowd looks at you with a blank amused expression
life I suppose is like that.
thanks for this
regards
rajni
that s a very touching poem Indu ji
ReplyDeleteand like Panchali has said may be its all in the name of development and may be it is inevitable and good but then --""the heart knows no reason and laments.""
This was nostalgic for all --so many a times it has so happened that we ask for a landmark specially an eatery which used to serve a speciality in our times and the present crowd looks at you with a blank and amused look
thanks for this one
it tugged at the heart
regards
rajni
such lovely verses, such quaint sentiments!
ReplyDeleteThanks Meenakshi,welcome here.
DeleteSuch lovely verses, such quaint sentiments!We moved out of the place where I spent my childhood around 10 years back, the houses, the road, the place, it is still the same, but all my neighbours moved away (it was government provided accommodation). No new occupants, desolate, the place which was so full life, now lays abandoned. What is the empty nest without birds...
ReplyDeleteThe greater the time elapse the stronger the shock because a lot changes with time.
ReplyDeleteLike you we too have moved out of our company's accomodation to our own house.That township is deserted & barren now.Yes the roads & houses are the same but that magic is missing.
Loved the emotions these lines evoked, Indu.
ReplyDeleteI came across this visualization exercise during my studies and felt it was pertinent here. Try to visualize your neighborhood of your childhood in as much detail as you can, as if you were walking down to visit the place for real. See all the detail that you can recall. Walk towards your home or your favorite playground, the place where you spent the most time and cherish the most. Once you are there, see yourself as a child playing there. See the child notice you the adult watching. The child comes up to you and says...
Thank you Subho for sharing this nugget with me.I love to visualize those scenes-it is as if those places continue to exist in another time frame.That was very thoughtful of you !
ReplyDeleteSometimes harsh reality dawns on us that some magic of the past can never be recreated ! Sigh!
ReplyDeleteYou are right Jaish.
DeleteI always am happy whenever I recall those nostalgic moments. But after reading this poem, I felt.."wait, you are only recalling those moments right? that's why you are happy. If you go and face them, see them and things change, then you'll cry for sure". Things do change and it's hard to accept that.
ReplyDeleteFIF i am extremely sorry to have broken your dream,but anyway we did live through those good times didn't we ?
DeleteIndu, I believe that going in past and living with happy memories is more soul lifting than revisiting them and see them transformed with winds of change! Nice writing
ReplyDeleteWise counsel indeed.It did me no good to go back again,but the pull to do so was VERY strong.
Deletenicely describe the memoeries of childhood which never come again but only feel them.touching post.
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting my blog .
Thank you Santosh,childhood memories are very precious.
DeleteAbsolutely beautiful! choking though at the end, but its beauty lies there only!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Amit jee.
DeleteWow.. that is a priceless rendition. Your words made my heart flutter. The memories of things that once were but now only reside in a corner of our hearts are very powerful. And it indeed is painful to go back to the place that had hosted our childhood and to see it any different that it once was.
ReplyDeleteRaj you are very good at reaching to the core-thank you!
ReplyDeleteLyrical and sad
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteMemory is has more glow than reality..! That is why what has passed is golden. Lovely lines :)
ReplyDeleteVery well said Ghazala-this is a great insight.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, you have managed to use minimum words to create maximum effect. Could relate to every word of it.
ReplyDeleteTF you really know how to spread cheer with your comments-i only hope i deserve this precious praise !
Deletea beautiful poem indeed.. very meaningful and relevant in lives of the new age..
ReplyDeletejust beautiful..
Thanks a lot,your comment is very encouraging!.All the old landmarks vanish with development.
DeleteWe revisit old memories hoping to revive the magic we so cherish, only to be disappointed and robbed of its sweetness.
ReplyDeleteYes Purba,magic once departed ,cannot be brought to life again.
DeleteThanks for reading it.Have a nice day :)
You're right. You have expressed the same sentiment, and so well! Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting that the sentiment being the same,the treatment differs.
DeleteHave a nice day Jeena.