Nostalgia

To my poem "Pidiththavai", I received a humorous comment asking me when I will become mad..or when I start liking madness (Eppo ungalukku paithiyam pidikkum)...Mused on this very topic for some time and wrote the following... Ha Ha Ha... To tell the world that I am already having a likingness towards madness...Yeah Shakespeare himself declares that "There is a method in the madness".In that way, everyone is mad about something or other..Iam mad of the pastness of the past.

Nostalgia

I am from a city named Nostalgia.

Here houses were built with bubbles of thoughts. 

Countless windows carry yesterday's flavor.

Curtains swing with aesthetic air... 

Trees, Birds, Clouds, and stars... 

Thorns, Bushes, Tears, and ashes... 

All sing an eternal song upon pastness of the past... 

Roads run backward... 

Drenched with dried rain...

So the minds run ...

Dwellers of this city dwell in dreams... 

Passing days pass each a dream... 

History is the subject that we read.

People here sow their dreams 

And reap them today or tomorrow... 

Bidding bye to sorrow... 

And I am proud of being nostalgic...

Please never call it a sickness.

I'm fond of that stiffness.