Placards Of Nostalgia

Callously fiddling with your thoughts,

I find placards connecting old nostalgic dots.

Passing by, those posters of morose.
I see, sans you life was so gross.
As i walk by that puddle of mud,
Suddenly,I fall down with a great thud.
Stuck i get, into that well of gloom,
into that fissure meeting my doom.
Feeble memory drowns me in the well of grief.

You come, like a ray of hope, to my relief.

In that chaos of gloom and distraught ,
I bring you closer and hold you taut.
You hold my hand with greatest tenacity.
Pulling me out, with the highest audacity.
I am nothing but a rejected placard.
You connect my dots and i cease to retard.
bestowing undying energy to my dying soul.

Off the cage of past, extending my parole.

Now free, I just stand here.
At times, I still myself there.

deep down, but that's a reflection.
not me, I pardon - correction.
It was a video, rewinding in my head.
All the placards connected in a long thread.

I shuffle my cards, to see you back.
But then, life is not a card stack.
I lost your card, in that puddle of delusions.

While I was searching for my own solutions.

You flew away, with the hasty air of time.

Why dint you come back, to ring my chime.

I still fiddle with your only thoughts
Only, now the thread has lot of knots.