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Knock from Past

A sudden knock from the past has brought back trillions of memories of the bright beautiful days gone by, gone by as if with a blink of an eye.
So much was left to be done and undone,
So much was left to be said and heard.
The time when there were no hurries and no worries, 
When mom of two teens was herself a teen.
When book of life had only rights,
When fights with friends and siblings was the tastiest spice.
When examinations were all about texts,
and life had no stress.
When there were no such terms like what about next.
Sun or storm could never harm since shield was our bereaved father's strong arm.
Kitchen at that time was rather than being present days' battlefield  was a treasure house as it had no dearth of delicacies cooked by our sweet mom.
When there was no fear of fiery looks or strong judgements. 
When a simple statement wasn't considered slip of tongue or audacity.
When each and every gesture was ignored and never invited biting tongues.
When there was no phobia of blizzards or hurricanes,
When neither torrents nor hails had the power to crush the innocence of the soul.
The sudden knock of the past  now can't be treated better than an unwelcomed guest,
Since the sweet memories of the past leave bitter taste deep down in the perturbed conscience when stark realities of the present stare,
Stare with cynicism and criticism ,
In the world of grown ups smile is mostly ornamental .
Look! The sudden knock from the past has left me  as if cheated and sentimental. 







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  1. Nomadic SoulAugust 19, 2022 at 1:29 AM

    Your words conspire and kidnap one into the realms of past ,of memories long forgotten and covered with dust of time and rejiggle the consciousness ,All past comes alive to be relived and pondered upon . Always a pleasure to read your wonderful write ups.

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  2. Nidhi mehtaAugust 19, 2022 at 2:48 AM

    Tooo good mam....

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  3. Reena NagpalAugust 19, 2022 at 4:27 AM

    Beautifully composed..past comes alive with your words

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