Nostalgia
Unappeased,
It asks to feel, not mend,
Not change the past, just touch it once again.
Memories whisper, nostalgia will not bend
It makes more noise than silence ever can.
It proves I lived a life worth missing,
Sure,
A fact that comforts briefly, then feels cruel.
I cross old places, homesick, nauseous, pure
The cost of knowing time does not renew.
One day the fort came down, We built with our siblings,
One day the toys were shelved, then left alone.
We played outside “just once more” like we should,
Unaware we’d never sleep back in that home.
A blessing?
Or a
Curse?
I will answer when I’m through
Homesick for lives that time won’t let me redo.
Written By: –
Rtr. Kihansa Wickramasinghe
(Junior Blog Team Member 2025-26)
Design By: –
Rtr. Pravena Rajkumar
( Junior Blog Team Member 2025-26)
