Nostalgia

You desire a mansion. I contain my world within a room. Brimming with sunshine. Bereft of a gloom. You are filled with wanderlust, Questing for a new adventure each day. While I am kissed by stardust, Seeking love in the mundane through a newer way.  You strive to be a CEO. I am happy with a work sufficing my meal.  And I have plenty of time for poetry. And I have plenty of time to heal.  Your dreams are yours. My dreams are mine.  My dreams can be different, But no trivial than thine.  -------------- My dreams were getting bogged down under the mound of liabilities I had vested on them all the while. Until today, I set them free. I set them free to breathe, To soar, To explore, And then seek their way back to me  Only when it is time. Until then, I would wait, Or may be I would not. I did not let them go. I simply set them free; From the clutches of my guilty fingers That had almost caged and throttled them to death. On the pretext of just holding on. When...

 

I can be amusing but with a dismayed face,  For the most part you would find me a couch potato scurrying to keep pace. I am sane but in the weirdest way, An overthinker, I postmortem every word you say. Half-time a corporate worker and a full-time daydreamer, Beware! My horoscope comes with a disclaimer. Somedays, my ambitions are a little overblown,  Trying to move mountains alone.  While somedays, I feel the world getting at me,  Thereby spurring my rambling spree.  Also I have a keen nose for vibes,  So only if we vibe, we thrive. 

Someday, you would find respite from the hurricane raging in your head, in your heart.  Someday your mornings would have a truly tranquil start. Someday even not-so-funny jokes would make you laugh out loud. Eyes sparkling with joy profound.  Someday, the tea you sip would really feel warm down your throat.  Someday you would be done waiting on a happier note. Someday your little pastimes would fill you up with bliss.  Someday you would no longer gaze at the abyss. Someday, the tasks on your 'to-do list' still left unticked, Wouldn't get you freaked. Someday you would actually dare to dance in the rain,  Taking toddler steps towards living again.  ‐----------------------------------------------------------------- Someday, You would stop being hard on yourself and embrace the coarseness of your skin,  The bulge on your waist,  The thinning of your hair. The anxiousness in your air. Of course you would care for yourself then. But without being criti...