I scroll through those dust filled pages,
Reminding myself of those bygone days
When the face glowed with sharp sun rays
And the rain moisturized the skin all the way.
I see those little fingers
Still learning to write
And those small chubby legs,
Still trying to take their first step.
Better did I know,
That life would take me to such a junction
Where giving those legs some rest,
would become a rather rusty function.
I stare at myself, laugh and smile
But just then, a tear rolled down my left eye
I search for those lost smiles
In my high end mirror glasses
But the only comfort that I find
Is in those dark empty shadows and glasses of wine.
What fun do you find in those two second mirror selfies
When I still remember the endless
wait for those good old
Vintage camera clicks with
members of each family
Better did I know,
That these vintage memories
would one day make me cry
While I search for that
behind the scenes little face,
Still learning to mould clay,
No matter she failed at each try.
I know that it's too late,
But I still recall those days
When I left those safety hands
And walked on my own big legs.
Now, that I have this good old stick,
I scroll through those dust filled pages
With my trembling hands for weeks..
No wonder I can still smell that old baby talcum
So glad, that I finally found this
Good old, Lost Album..
~NIKITA MANSINGHKA
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
I scroll through those dust filled pages,
Reminding myself of those bygone days
When the face glowed with sharp sun rays
And the rain moisturized the skin all the way.
I see those little fingers
Still learning to write
And those small chubby legs,
Still trying to take their first step.
Better did I know,
That life would take me to such a junction
Where giving those legs some rest,
would become a rather rusty function.
I stare at myself, laugh and smile
But just then, a tear rolled down my left eye
I search for those lost smiles
In my high end mirror glasses
But the only comfort that I find
Is in those dark empty shadows and glasses of wine.
What fun do you find in those two second mirror selfies
When I still remember the endless
wait for those good old
Vintage camera clicks with
members of each family
Better did I know,
That these vintage memories
would one day make me cry
While I search for that
behind the scenes little face,
Still learning to mould clay,
No matter she failed at each try.
I know that it's too late,
But I still recall those days
When I left those safety hands
And walked on my own big legs.
Now, that I have this good old stick,
I scroll through those dust filled pages
With my trembling hands for weeks..
No wonder I can still smell that old baby talcum
So glad, that I finally found this
Good old, Lost Album..
~NIKITA MANSINGHKA