This wistful longing, deep and true,
Though known to you, it feels anew.
A poignant tugging on your heart,
A distant echo, yet a piercing art.
You call it by a different name,
But its essence remains the same.
A yearning for what once was lost,
A love that lingers, at any cost.
Is it nostalgia, bittersweet and tender,
Or longing, a flame that burns forever?
Perhaps it’s both, a bittersweet refrain,
A testament to love, despite the pain.
Whatever its name, this feeling so real,
Is a reminder of love’s enduring zeal.
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Empty shells
Empty shells on the shore
Remind me of the days before
When we were young and free
And filled with joy and gleeEmpty shells in my hand
Remind me of the times we planned
To travel the world and see
All the wonders that could beEmpty shells in my heart
Remind me of how we fell apart
When we grew old and cold
And lost our dreams and goalsEmpty shells in my mind
Remind me of what I left behind
When I chose to walk away
And face a lonely day
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Recalling the Reminiscences
Remembering the previous, gazing around,
Grasping the moments, that once did surround,
The memories of past, now seem so profound,
The echoes of laughter, and footsteps resound.A time when life was simpler, yet so profound,
A world full of wonder, where joy could be found,
Nostalgia sets in, as we look back astound,
Those cherished moments, forever abound.Recalling the reminiscences, with a smile on our face,
A journey down memory lane, to a different time and place,
The sights and sounds of yesteryear, we can almost embrace,
As we remember the past, and all its grace.
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Melancholy Memories
Melancholy Memories
In the stillness of the night,
I hear whispers from the past,
Reminding me of moments bright,
That didn’t forever last.Memories of love and laughter,
Now filled with sorrow and pain,
Moments that were once the master,
Are now lost and never to regain.With every breath I take,
Comes a longing for what’s gone,
But all that’s left is heartache,
And a sad, melancholy song.
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Nights Are Getting Colder
Nights are getting colder, oh what a thrill,
Numbing my senses, like a bitter pill.
Nagging and niggling, the chill won’t relent,
Nursing my misery, with each breath spent.Nostalgic and naive, I long for the past,
Nursing my wounds, like a love that won’t last.
Nearing the end, the cold creeps in,
Narrowing my vision, like a fool with no win.Numb and neglected, I shiver and shake,
Nudging away comfort, with each step I take.
Nearing the bottom, I cling to my pride,
Nestled in my misery, with nowhere to hide.
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Memory is a weird thing
Memory is a weird thing
Memories, oh memories,
How they come and go.
Sometimes they linger,
Other times they flow.The good ones we cherish,
The bad ones we dread.
But without memories,
We’d be lost instead.
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Our Memories
Our Memories
Moments made, memories meant to last,
Mild and mellow, magic in the past.
Merry and meaningful, moments we miss,
Memories made, moments we reminisce.Misty and mystical, memories meander,
Morphing and merging, memories we remember.
Memories that matter, memories that move,
Moments of magic, memories we love.© VishalDutia
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I Love to Bury Myself in My Favorite Tunes
I Love to Bury Myself in My Favorite Tunes
I love to bury myself in my favorite tunes
They are my escape and my therapy
They make me feel alive and happy
They soothe my mind and my soulI love to bury myself in my favorite tunes
They are my friends and my companions
They understand me and support me
They inspire me and motivate meI love to bury myself in my favorite tunes
They are my memories and my dreams
They remind me of the past and the future
They fill me with nostalgia and hopeI love to bury myself in my favorite tunes
They are my passion and my joy
They express me and define me
They are a part of me and I am a part of them
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Music and Memories Go Together
Music and Memories Go Together
Music and memories go hand in hand,
A timeless bond that we can understand.
With every note, a memory awakens,
A moment in time, that’s never mistaken.A song can bring us back in time,
To a moment when life was sublime.
To a first dance or a summer day,
A special memory that never fades away.With every melody, a feeling is stirred,
A memory that lingers and is never blurred.
A moment in time, that’s crystal clear,
A memory that’s cherished, year after year.So let the music play and memories flow,
A sweet reminder of love and all its glow.
For music and memories go together,
A bond that will last forever and ever.
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Memories in Sepia and Rose Color Fade
Memories in Sepia and Rose Color Fade
Memories in sepia and rose color fade,
Fading like the colors of a dying day,
The moments we cherished, now just a shade,
Of what they once were, now slipping away.The laughter we shared, the tears we shed,
The love we felt, now just a memory,
The moments we thought would never end,
Now just a distant melody.In sepia and rose, the memories remain,
A reminder of a time that once was,
A time when love and joy were not in vain,
But now just a memory lost.The colors may fade, but the feelings remain,
A love that still burns, though the flame is dim,
And though we may never feel the same,
The memories will forever stay within.
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Drunk Off Nostalgia
Drunk Off Nostalgia
Drunk off nostalgia, I reminisce
On moments in time I surely miss
A past that’s gone, but not forgotten
In my heart, those memories soften
The present fades, the past comes clear
And I’m inspired to create new memories here.
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Memories of Childhood
Memories of Childhood
The past lingers on in my reverie,
A treasure trove of moments held so dear,
The memories that light up inside me,
The joys, the sorrows, both far and near.A time of innocence, of carefree play,
Of laughter, love, and learning every day,
Of friendships forged, that never fade away,
And dreams that still inspire in every way.Though years have passed, these memories remain,
A bridge to childhood that I’ll never lose,
A window to the past, a timeless chain,
That binds my heart to days of purest hues.These memories live on, in heart and mind,
And keep the child inside forever kind.
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Shades that Fade
Shades that Fade
Version 1
Shades that fade, with the passing of time, Colors once vibrant, now dull and undefined, Memories that once shone, now fade away, Leaving only traces of a forgotten yesterday.
But in the fading of the shades, there is still hope, A chance to learn, to grow, and to cope, To paint a new picture, with brighter hues, And embrace the beauty, of the life we choose.
Version 2
Shades that fade, with the passing of time, Colors that once shone, now lose their shine, Memories that once felt so clear, Now grow distant, and disappear.
For life is fleeting, and moments don’t last, And all that’s bright, must one day pass, But in the fading shades, we find a way, To cherish what we had, and seize the day.
© VishalDutia
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Echoes in the Silence
Echoes in the Silence
In the silence, echoes linger on,
A whisper of words, a half-remembered song,
The remnants of what was said and done,
Fading into memory, one by one.The echoes speak of days gone by,
Of joy and sorrow, of tears and sighs,
And though they fade into the night,
They leave a mark, a trace of light.
© VishalDutia
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A handwritten letter
A handwritten letter
In an age of instant communication
A handwritten letter is a rare sensation
Each word penned with care and thought
A treasure to cherish, a memory to be soughtThe ink on paper tells a story so true
A handwritten letter, a heartfelt “I love you.”
© VishalDutia
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