Star Nostalgia Poems

On summer nights
Nostalgia's muse revives
Scent of jasmine
Fig tree fragrance fuses
Memories meander 
Minty ice cream flavours 
Add sweetness to hungry kisses

Star gazing to cricket symphony
Roof top...

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I felt alone, though there were multiple crowds around me.
I felt, I should go to a lonely place and cry aloud.
Why, though the environs are...

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The sudden eighties music craze,
had gone beyond the norm,
the local supermarket,
was swept along by the storm,
as more and more of the shoppers,
joined in with the...

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 We are all there in memoirs that live on
An unending story that's long bygone 
We’re the result of someone's love story 
The produce of...

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City born Northerners,
Kiss the last rays of sunlight,
With pampered lips
While those of us born and raised 
In the south, Appalachian –

We dust off the melting...

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I miss the days of mine
I miss the old me which used to shine
Like a star with unrelenting light
But now I love the darkness of...

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Shes still the same,
Though her garments,
Change,
Like the seasons,

Her Beauty is still nice,
Kind with its nostalgia,
Though the streets,
Are empty,
And the trees,
Are shedding its leaves,

Her love still...

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My soul must have been born
when the world was still black and white.

Colors drain from body
and I am home.
In all the shades of grey.

Like a...

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Like fireflies, glistening in the twilight
Filling hearts with the sweetest calm,
Coloring thoughts in peacefulness, so I write
Words reflecting the grace, its tender balm
Breathing joy through...

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An elusive blue snaggletooth, 
I guess I’m not much of a sleuth;
Hidden vinyl Jawa style,
treasure holds a childhood smile;
Find it it’s like a fountain of...

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The sleeping beauty surrounded by lackluster roses-
She receives rest I never shall,
Whilst I work my hand and mind to bone and broth.
The star-crossed lovers staring...

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I was immature and irresponsible,
When I chose to stay away from Bangalore.
Without family, no familiar faces..
Only roughy toughy cases.
But that was my wish since f*cking...

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When last the lilacs blossomed there
Outside my childhood home
The losses I would come to bear
Were hitherto unknown 

When last the lilacs blossomed there
Beneath the shady...

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Be a cowboy, the TV once beamed at me
    Later on, a baseball or football star

  For a while, of 'He-Man'...

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From dot number one I draw a line
To dot number two with a pencil fine,
Then on to three, off to the right
Back to dot four,...

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