Nostalgia

By Sneha Josvita Dsouza

Words spoken, unfiltered and careless,

Falling from callous lips, like piping hot coffee

dripping down one’s front; scalding, cutting deep, scarring:

echoing coffee stains on dog-eared pages

of books read long ago, and forgotten;

wherein old memories come forth in waves,

the smell of familiar comfort, promptly awakened

oozing through every pore: untamed and unrestrained;

its wild force, a resurgence of unparalleled magnitude,

breaking through self-imposed isolation,

bare hands beckoning, guiding: towards hope, pristine and all cascading;

acknowledging the old, embracing the new:

charging into life, untainted and true.

By Sneha Josvita Dsouza