Nostalgia for what never was mine

Nostalgia for what never was mine,
I hold to heart another lost shrine,
Fury of emotions with no pause,
As memory bites me with its jaws.

The pulsing rush of longings,
Magical dreams with golden wings,
Thoughts of them screaming and calling,
As starry night comes falling.

I want and want, never have,
Still dance in the dreamy wave,
My poor heart will forever crave,
Even if I reach the gate of grave.

Nostalgia of accidental encounter,
Heartbeat sounded like thunder,
My mind still roams yonder,
Why I let them slip, I wonder.

Memories robbed years of my sleep,
Even time lost its leap, only to creep,
My songs were filled with longing,
Her heart never had feelings of belonging.

© K.Radhakrishnan

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About K.RADHAKRISHNAN

Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles http://www.lulu.com/shop/k-radhakrishnan/reflections-of-soul/paperback/product-23074342.html https://www.amazon.com/REFLECTIONS-SOUL-K-RADHAKRISHNAN/dp/1365769984 His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

4 thoughts on “Nostalgia for what never was mine

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    I want and want, never have,
    Still dance in the dreamy wave,..nostalgia, hope against hope, makes the poem an interesting read!

    Reply
  2. Amita Paul

    The poem describes feelingly the agony of unrequited love but the compulsion of rhyme often leads the poet into odd alleyways and interferes with the smooth flow of thought, creating a stilted reading experience.

    Reply

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