"Nostalgia"


The days go by

We all take a bow


The curtains

Untether a wall


Between us

And the world


The clock ages

Its heartbeat

Diluted


In the mix

Of the world’s comotion

There lies no connection


Unheeded

It snivels

But no one can hear it


Neglected

It disintegrates

In a matter of seconds


And in its silence

It echoes

In the large house


And every once in a while

The hands revert to its position


It is almost as if

It’s reliving an old memory

Concocting an old story

Recounting its steps


Its heartbeat

Awakened

By nostalgia’s

Fingertips



By Sanjana Karthik


In collaboration with YWMTU (@yourwordsmattertous)

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