Nostalgia

Alone, I would wander those unending streets,

Wrapped in thoughts, retracing childhood memories,

Where old school days danced in mind's ballet,

With longings to return to the stolen days.

The emporium of sweetness beneath a green umbrella,

Stood as a beacon of delight,

Childhood's heaven

Wrapped in crinkly parcels, smiles they hold,

Salivating tongues for the seeds of joy.

Under skies so grey, with her by my side,

We relished the drizzle, my head on her cosy lap,

Our laughter mingling with droplets so pure,

As whispers of love floating in the air.

Oh, the veranda of yore, where romance bloomed,

Where friendships kindled and were lost,

The broken steps still bore the nostalgic dreams,

As memories of yesteryears caressed the heart.

Sipping warmth from a cup, amid the stormy rain,

Gave a world of flavours, each sip like nectar,

In a cosy corner, by the window pane,

My heart found solace, and memories persist.

Hot snacks embraced in not-so-hot news,

A blend of flavours, like the uncertain life.

Each bite a door to bygone mirth,

Evoking innocence, a return to old hangouts.

Nostalgic memories evoke laughter and tears,

A cure for despondent spirits and fallen lives.

When life turns an insipid coffee,

They would do wonders for days ahead.