Tag: Nostalgia
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Threadbare Truths: What’s the Oldest Thing I’m Wearing Today?
What if the oldest thing I’m wearing isn’t fabric or metal, but the mole on my neck, the laugh that cracked at sixteen, or the thread that remembers a forgotten promise? This is not just a poem—it’s a slow unraveling of what clings to the skin, and what refuses to fade. Dive into a tapestry…
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Labels on My Tongue, Logos in My Dreams #poetry
A lyrical journey through memory, identity, and consumerism—this poem dissects our intimate relationship with brands, where love smells like Nivea, dreams buffer through Apple, and nostalgia is bottled by Paper Boat. What do we consume, and what consumes us?
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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Fragments of Childhood: A Tapestry of Fleeting Moments #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A collection of sensory memories—scents, sights, textures, and sounds—that evoke the essence of childhood. Each fragment, a shimmering thread woven into the fabric of innocence, wonder, and the timeless magic of growing up.
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The Bench of Whispers #MonologuePoem #PoeticMonologue
In a quiet corner of Delhi, Elara sits on a familiar park bench, speaking softly to her late husband, Rohan. Through memories, reflections, and subtle grief, she weaves a poignant monologue that captures love, loss, and the delicate act of holding on—even when one must eventually let go.
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I Remember You for Every Good Reason #poetry
You are the ink that refuses to fade, the laughter that echoes longer than the joke itself. You are the flicker of a candle that never dies, a beacon through fog, unwavering and true.
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When I Am Reborn, I Want It Just Like This #WriteAPageADay #950
I do not want a new beginning— I want the same life, the same sunrises bleeding into familiar horizons, the same stories, the same heartbreaks, the same unfinished symphonies. Let me return, not as a stranger, but as a repetition, a whisper carried by the wind, saying— again, again, again.
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The Ritual of Our Chaos: An Ode to Holiday Family Traditions #WriteAPageADay #630
Holiday traditions arrive like ghosts in ugly sweaters—uninvited yet expected, familiar yet strange. The table is an arena, the gifts are wrapped illusions, and laughter escapes like steam from a too-hot dish. We gather, we feast, we pretend the past hasn’t stained the cranberry sauce. And as the night ends, we lie: “We should do…
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New Neighbor, Old Ghost #WriteAPageADay #620
A moving truck, a familiar face, and a past that refuses to stay buried. When an old friend returns as a new neighbor, the echoes of childhood stir, weaving memory and reality into an unfinished story.
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Would I Re-Live a Year of My Life? A Reflection on Time, Choices, and Self-Discovery
Is there a year of my life I would re-live? The question lingers, both alluring and unsettling, drawing me into a labyrinth of memories and ‘what ifs.’ Join me on an introspective journey as I reflect on choices, fleeting moments, and the delicate art of letting the past rest as it is.
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