Distance will remain our companion
And remnants will remain of that beloved place, abstracted and afloat.
To criticize this exhile and to bear witness to the atrocious,accepted,
venerated loss
Remains derided and rightfully so.
But the distance widens and intensifies with time which remains ablaze.
And we succumb to the loss and we move on.
We move on leaving silhouettes of memoirs of past forgotten lives
And we depart from familiar faces.
Oblivious and all at once.
Now onwards
Our homes are no more homes
And the fancy bubble of familiarity bursts.
And bursts upon our impending path towards an unknown future,
Impregnating it with treacherous nostalgia and a longing for a life that no longer exists.
We strive hard onwards and some will go places.
Some will remain unaltered and yet desolate.
A few more steps forward and into the mess
And life itself will stink of foible and malaise.
What remains is to cherish the defiled past
And to dive into vocational toil sans regret.
With the warm glow of reminiscence which shall melt the frost of nostalgia.
And yet I believe it's fair play,
A short fragment of time shared by all
Sans worries and regrets
Rich with unhinged fantasies
And still it feels unreal for childhood to end this quick.
