Poems by
Pramila Toppo V

Nostalgia

a poem by Pramila Toppo V

Memories – nostalgia – yadeein…
What more to say?
Some good, some bad,
some bring a smile to your lips,
some bring a tear to r eye.
Through this journey of memory I find both.

As I take a dive into this sea,
and begin to be nostalgic.
I am greeted by a garden of happy memories.
I go deeper and deeper into this maize
only to find my self surrounded
by thorny bushes of sad memories.

What exactly are these memories???
Are they just things of the past?
Just moments that have gone by,
not knowing what they have done to your lives,
not knowing the impact that they have had on us…
Then why do we cherish these moments — the good once
and even though we desperately try to forget the bad once
they just keep coming back to us.
Like waves on the beach,
like night after every day.

Why is it that we are not able to let go?
Of these moments of the past
which are mixed with your feeling
to torment us like the way they do.
When we are reminded of a sad or an embarrassing moment,
how we wish we could go back in time and rectify it.
When we remember a happy moment,
how we wish we could live through it
all over again enjoying it to the fullest.

Memories good or bad, happy or sad,
does make one anxious and makes one mad…
So am I mad?
‘Coz I am being driven by my memories
both good and bad, happy and sad…
Or am I just being nostalgic?
Or is it just that I am too attached to let go of some person,
place and moment of the past?

I don’t know…