Promises you can't keep, lost sleep,
The written word is not the word.
What's uttered or written, half smitten,
Makes things really hard.
The past on chat, a new whatsapp hat,
Faces known now hard to tell.
Familiarity of unity, erstwhile old city,
They do all jangle the bell.
That formative part, kindred hearts,
Jadavpur university, now a memory lane.
As from the spool of time the past unspun,
Flood of flashes fail my brain.
Insanity isn't an angst to me,
I'd rather stay in this cast.
Brave the sorrows of swing, a changing,
Diorama of an assumed past.
The future erodes, the uncertain roads,
Bringing a direction, reducing the strain.
But with the sign for left, the right is wrong,
Stuck with the certainty you gain.
The words spoken, now broken,
Haunt my mind like a shimmering spook.
The collective forgets, the regrets,
Resurface everywhere I look.
The memories, a glimpse of histories,
Of a time that has lived in style.
A moment in time, the hustle in line,
A nostalgic feeling that'll last a while.
Though the past is gone, echoes live on,
In the stories in this group if we share.
Although we've moved on, that silly abandon,
Is a testament to the love and care.
