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As I glance through the photos, those images,
That I have kept secure in my dairy’s pages.
I point to an image and exclaim “That’s me!!”,
An image which shows what I used to be.
A captured image, the moment of joys,
A point in the past when I had a choice.
Innocence of face and equally of heart,
That innocence in itself was a work of art.
That happiness, that joy, that freedom of mind,
And many more things I’ve left behind.
And surrounding me were genuine smile,
No knowledge of etiquettes, no care for style.
But now the person in the mirror is no longer me,
I look for my footsteps that have been washed away by the sea.
A feeling as if I’ve lost a part of me in the dark alleys I came from,
A feeling of hatred against the person I’ve become.
I search for myself in the ruins of the past,
In the shadows of images that won’t ever last.
Published by Nayana Nair
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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we lost a part of ourselves as we get matured in the worldly ways.
lines which i liked are:
i search for myself in the ruins of the past
in the shadows of images that won’t ever last
liked your poems specially IMAGES, THE FORGOTTEN FACES , AND SLOWLY WE WALK.