Nostalgia

“/nɒˈstaldʒə/
noun
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.”

It sounds like Taylor Swift’s Love Story
And Linkin Park’s In The End

Tastes like pancakes with maple syrup
And warm sambar rice

Feels like sunsets on a Hawaiian Beach
And dinner table conversations filled with breathless laughter

Smells like Poison and Hugo Boss
And chlorine mixed with dew

It looks like 3 friends on bean bags making
Promises for a future they know nothing about

Most of all, it’s that memory at the
Back of your mind
You fleetingly experience
When everything is falling

It’s that feeling of right

Giving you hope for
All the wrongs

It’s that feeling of home.

Suitcase
Bedtime

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Incongruity

He said “Life is too short to spend at war with yourself.” 

Oh, but all I am is an eternal war

Air drowning water, water suffocating air.

I am a culmination of this never ending
Conflict within myself

Selflessly caring, caringly selfish.

And in winning this war
I survive with no survivors.

Misplaced

– x – x -x –

 

So normally I don’t write an explanation to my poems/ writings, but I thought this time it’s slightly relevant.
I’m a cusp of Aquarius and Pisces, and while their elemental properties are similar (air and water), their personality characteristics are completely opposing. And as I grow up, I often find a clash between these characteristics, and so, like all other things in my life, I wrote about it.