
Nostalgia is not mere remembrance —
it is living the past again through retelling it with a smile.
It is breathing in the smell of old textbooks,
remembering laughs from the playlists that still survive in you,
feeling streets which are a sentence you’ve already written.
Some days, I write because
I need to go back —
into the café from which our stories flowed,
that night filled with scents of rain and incomplete poems.
When writing nostalgia,
one is always aware of the fact that flowers will wilt,
but writes them down anyway
for their beauty and memories of the summer they brought.
यादें भी कहानी बन जाती हैं —
हर लम्हा एक पन्ना, हर मुस्कान एक शीर्षक।
Memories become stories —
every moment a page, every smile a title.
Here’s to the craft of softly remembering
stories from yesterday
without wanting it to come back.
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Beautiful poem, truly ignites nostalgia. The streets evoked memories of my childhood wherein I played on the streets with my friends (an absolute no-no in today’s times. Enjoyed reading the poem.
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