Nostalgia

Posted on by Reena Saxena

A deep well in the forest
forgotten by Time
covered by urgencies of life

There are few lost minds
with razor-sharp memory
that can’t resist a peep
to meet
discarded belongings
broken bonds
junked once-popular brands
movie nights in black and white
laughing and weeping
with yesteryear stars

wistfulness reigns
when logic trains
growing brains
to worship future’s potential
not a buried past
yet a few notes float by
like unconnected universes
that insist on co-existence

Alzheimer’s blank face
lights up when an old song plays
yet does not recognise
the stranger’s hand that feeds
nor the host’s grand place

the deep well exists somewhere
in fairy tales; only those who seek
find treasures buried by
once-close associates

W3 Prompt #237 hosted by D.Avery

22 thoughts on “Nostalgia”

  2. What a beautiful and poignant poem, Reena. ❤️ Nostalgia really is a deep well, isn’t it? So many memories, people, places and little pieces of our past remain tucked away, sometimes forgotten until something unexpectedly brings them back.

    The lines about an old song bringing a light to someone living with Alzheimer’s particularly touched me. Music has such a remarkable way of reaching places that words sometimes cannot.

    And what a beautiful image of the Amer Kund to accompany your words. I will have a a field day with those patterns, light and shadows! 📸❤️ A lovely post that gives one plenty to reflect on. Thank you for sharing! 🤗❤️

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  4. Such a breathtaking and tender poem, Reena. The Amer Kund looks stunningly beautiful. I have always wondered about the women of that time using such a structure for daily purpose. I mean once you step down to bathe to such a depth and then climb up and now you are drenched in sweat. So what was the purpose of bathing? 😂😂

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  8. the deep well exists somewhere…

    I remember when an aging family member began that slide into dementia. There were days when she would remember me, and of course, days when I was the stranger who terrified her. On Sunday mornings, we would sing any tune by Bob Marley, and she would remember lyrics and melody. Her smile always brightened my day. But most days, she didn’t even know who I was.

    This was a beautiful share, Reena.

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  9. This made me pause. The image of a face lighting up at a familiar song, even when the people beside them are unrecognized, says so much about how memory lives on. Thank you for writing something so tender. I love that song so near the my heart!

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