Nostalgia

The perplexities of adulthood,

Make the mind chaotic,

The body weary and tired,

And life, a brooding existence.

The night's recluse,

Seems a tad bit comforting,

The moments of solitude,

Feel like soothing lies,

And this shade called home,

A false assurance,

Of a content life.

As I sit near the bay window,

Looking at the stars,

And the constellations,

A dead memory relives again,

Rising from the ashes,

Of the turbulent times,

And give a sense of gleam,

As the very reminiscence,

Of those childhood days,

One filled with fun, play, and gaiety,

Of friends, school, and vacations,

Of carefree chatter, and stubborn whims,

Of dreamy skies, and awe-inspiring superheroes,

Of sibling fights, and parents' reprimands,

Of elders' love, and selfless affection,

All visioned tonight,

Though a little hazy,

But the feelings were strong,

Enlivening the slumbered core,

Like a midnight cuppa,

Of freshly-brewed coffee,

And I kept wondering,

Looking at the sky above,

Let's visit this place,

Called childhood, again,

And bring peace,

To the parched soul,

Though momentary,

But, satisfying.