Seductive are

The memories

Of youth,

And the older

I grow

The more

Alluring

They become.

As if they

Assume the

Gilded quality

Of myth.

If romance

Is the opiate

Of the dreamer

Nostalgia is

The opiate of

The disillusioned

Where the present

Is ungovernable

With questions

That has

No answers

And the

Future bleak!

:

Un-certain

The past

Thrives with

Increasing clarity

And appears

More real

Than events of

My daily life-

A Charade

Kaleidoscope like

Patterns

Assuming

Abstract forms

Pretty and

Yet abstract

Because for

Every corner

One turns

A new

Pattern emerges

Dissipating the

Old.

Leaving me

Wondering

If it is

Reality or

Is it an

Illusion.

~Lonely being~