Nostalgia

We hardly spare you a moment from our virtual space, Basking in the glory of a million "Likes", Fiercely unsettled, until that last grey tick turns blue, While your eager voice once again goes in vain, Eventually fading from view. We are a bunch of millennial, Busy swiping right and left, We love investing in whatever works as of now, "Happily ever after" doesn't quite befit our fairy tales yet. We exploit you as our "Punching bags", Cribbing about every little thing going wrong, From hookups to breakups, from sex to stress, Our generation certainly plays the "Damsel in Distress"! You introduced us to the world around, Yet, ungratefully we flash nonchalance in times of your need, Looking down upon each of your efforts to keep up with our pace, You see, our generation certainly runs, "The Rat Race"!

"Aj sei khorir gondi muchhiya gachhe, kintu gondi tobu ghoche naai " --Rabindranath Tagore, Jibon Smriti 'Ghor o Bahir'. Locked up within the confines of a four- walled cage, The mind was enchained with care; Locked up within the confines of a four-walled cage, The lips were tamed and bare. Imprisoned thoughts and imprisoned dreams, Could never unearth the beauty within; Imprisoned thoughts and imprisoned dreams, Turned love and longing into a sin. Compassion and consolation fumed out the language of curse, Wounded soul left unheeded and un-nursed. But one fortunate day, they unfastened the shackles of her feet, The ecstasy of her ‘self’ knew no bounds; With the wings un-clipped and all set to fly, She was free; free to soar beyond the vastness of the sky. But each time she struggled to make the first move, Her efforts went in vain, But each time she struggled to make the first move, Her shattered hopes mourned with pain. Inhibitions persistently