My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

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