Nostalgia
By Omkar Potdar
Those eyes still look at me with hope,
I think I'm too far away,
at times I feel it was wrong,
to leave that day.
I dont know if its still there,
but I'm sure ,
you're baskin in the glory
not knowing how,
it still rains here.
Days passed by in the noise unheard,
strangely nothing seemed right.
If thats how it had to go on,
I'd better leave the fight.
Those mystic ways to future,
and the wounds of the past,
was burning my present .
How long would it last ?
I know for sure,
this is a one way route.
I wont turn back,
from where I drifted away.
Here I stand alone,
in the bitter arms of my nostalgia.
I think I'm too far away,
at times I feel it was wrong,
to leave that day.
I dont know if its still there,
but I'm sure ,
you're baskin in the glory
not knowing how,
it still rains here.
Days passed by in the noise unheard,
strangely nothing seemed right.
If thats how it had to go on,
I'd better leave the fight.
Those mystic ways to future,
and the wounds of the past,
was burning my present .
How long would it last ?
I know for sure,
this is a one way route.
I wont turn back,
from where I drifted away.
Here I stand alone,
in the bitter arms of my nostalgia.
About the Author- Omkar Potdar
A musician by heart plays bass guitars for the rock 'n'
roll band "Studmuffin". Has been writing lyrics and
poems for many years.
He loves to put in daily experiences and
feelings through his prose and poems.
roll band "Studmuffin". Has been writing lyrics and
poems for many years.
He loves to put in daily experiences and
feelings through his prose and poems.
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