Nostalgia

It was nice

Spending time with you

Old friend

We drove and we talked

Of old passions, libraries, books and poetry

And plans

Of life in those days

Though not too distant

Yet so far away

Of Chris de Burgh and his "Eastern Wind"

And "Somethings never change"

Astronomy, Stars and Signs

Deedat and Mr Chips

They were all there

Brookfield in all its magnificence and glory

Now married life has come to pass

Changed directions

Yet dear friend

I want to thank you

For those two hours of

Pure nostalgia

Of life in the past

Something's will never change

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love to write for occasions and people. I wrote this poem for an old friend of mine who visited me recently. Our association dates back to the seventies when we were studying in Sir Syed College, shared common interests, liked soft music. This is what i have tried to capture in the poem.

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palewingedpoetess's picture

Such a lovely poem. Proof that true friendship is indeed the golden rod that strengthens the soul. I have to laugh at Naveed's critique. He is much behooved you did not name him in this poem as the friend lol. I'm enjoying reading your work. Thank you for sharing. most sincerely Melissa Lundeen.

Muhammad Ahmed's picture

The poem is beautiful.
It reminds me of S.T. Coleridge's verses on Youth and Age -- a poem read by us and explained by our teacher Mr Iqbal Jaffery.
Dew drops are lovely, love is flower like,
And friendship is a sheltering tree --
Where no hope is --
Life is but thought,
That only serves to make us grieve --
When we are old...
Couldn't you have named who the friend was?

allets's picture

Muhammad

I shall find and read "Youth and Age" - Just Bein' Lady A