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Mar 2019
Sitting back in my room ,me and my thoughts
Eyes closed, heart heavy, my soul weary..

The warm sunlight streaming in through the blinds..
Playing old school tunes , one by one, on and on
Bringing on the memories, evoking the past, the nostalgia is poignant..

Each and every song has a special memory attached to it..
It seems like it was another life.. another ones life.. and not mine..
Oh how i long for it.. how i wish it is ..and not was.. still mine

It feels like a dream.. like something that had never been,
And not of what was once been.. now so dark , old , grey and not green
its all gone with the wind..
Gone are all those dreams, hopes.. plans , wishes and loves.. and gone with them .. the loved ones
All now memories.. never to be.. fading away
Almost forgotten.... but never gone

All i have are my memories, these old but sweet melodies..
that invoke these memories
Many of which i never knew where even in there.. hidden in the crevices of my broken soul..

All i have are my melodies and my memories
Till the day my tune and all runs out

My life.. my melodies and my memories..
Chinny Maia
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