I am inundated by deluge,
From nostalgic flow, no place to seek refuge,
Emotions aided to plot subterfuge,
Swimming against tide of feelings, so huge
Where time is transformed in to space,
In museum of nostalgia, I feel like a trash,
Between past & future, present suffers crash,
Will memories haunt me till I turn in to ash?
Passing through graveyard of memories,
Staring at ravine rumpled histories,
Some mysteries and loads of miseries,
Ended up as a victim even in victory.
Memory lane stretches like desert track,
Lost in that maze and never got back
Nostalgia haunts at every dawn’s crack
Tortured by memory’s mighty whack.