Drug of old age.
Shackled to
Ghosts of the past,
Dragging back,
As sands of time
Slowly drips.
Realities blurred.
Pleasure of being drunk
Without a drop of bubbly,
Completely alone,
But surrounded
By memories past.
Faded albums galore,
Galloping tornadoes
Crashing and reshaping
Pain and suffering.
From the past,
Comes a calming breeze.
Hands of friendship
Reaching out,
Distances blurred.
Alone but not empty.
Bonds that were formed
In a place unknown,
Kindred souls that
Never met before,
Walked the same road,
Brief period of life
Spent together,
An ever flowing glass,
Memories rekindled.
Sweet reminiscence
Will be fellow traveller,
Alone, but will never
Be lonely again.

Image photo by author.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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