We all run to our pasts
Catching up with memories
Hung like photos on a clothes line
We move from one to the other
Lay a hand on those faces
Embrace them with our eyes
Nostalgia courses through veins
A faded melody, a forgotten verse
The essence of happiness
An intoxication of sorrows
Adagios and allegros of long-ago
All those hours and days
Revived in moments
Somewhere in a cluster of neurones
A neurotransmitter jumps
The synaptic void......
Nice. Best not to ignore all
Nice. Best not to ignore all neurons. I love this.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
A BEAUTIFUL POEM INDEED BUT...
A beautiful poem my dear friend...but for the medical jargon. Maybe it is your style. I wish you all the best but you do not give a practical shape to relive those nostalgic moments....you ARE ALWAYS SO BUSY just like the rest of this mad mad mad world! :)
Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.
Pen name:Emmenay.
Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7
Initials: M.N. Ahmed.