Nostalgia – the poem


Deep breath, a familiar smell..

smell of him.. 

the memory latches onto the smell 

till i find him.. n there he is

trace of a past long gone by, 

feelings that once maybe existed

untraceable though,

but the smell..

how else would I identify

The first rains

we soaked in together,

the masala chai we cheered together

the touch of his hand 

that feeling..

I feel it no more.

How do u reference to something

which mattered so much at one point..

how does it slip away 

you are the same person,

but cannot relate to anymore

But the smell haunts me

the whiff takes me back

as I sneeze away the choke of it

he crosses my path

just like time did..

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