The days of yore

Slowly slowly the brew is taking me over She sits before me, looking into my eyes Lost in the world of enticing indulgence And captive consciousness, frozen in time I am flying on wings of passion and ecstasy Defying oblivion, down the memories lane Earlier days have returned, all is not bygone Sweet dreams unfold in silence and whisper Melody of yesteryears resonates in the heart Time flows like breeze after the hot summer Mellowed with age, black turned into grey Reflecting, maturity, intellect and wisdom A perfect blend of beauty, poise and grace Wrapped in solemn attire, and unchanged The loved one affirms her earlier elegance A playful, serene and shy mate in the school, Vividly reminds the erstwhile forgotten days As humming of a melodic song seldom sung But lying cherished and treasured in the heart As a symphony of vibrant and magical notes Life is a force forward but the past is not Always a history, it survives as nostalgia Being revived by unexpected encounters On the uneven journey of harried pursuits Where clock turns shining youth into yore