These are the poems published in nostalgic November.
A little bit of nostalgia for the week: Oct 27 - Nov 2, 1997
A smile . . .
for a rainy day. for a long stroll along
the winding roads. for an idea. for companionship --
an affirmation of individual being.
for an eternity of moments. a cup of coffee --
black with no sugar. a movie. a splash of water
in the swimming pool. a click of a camera.
for an infinity of thoughts. happiness is.
love is. security is. home is. a friend is.
Happiness is the essence of a smile. U.P. is
happiness.
It's so sad . . .
Today is the last day of classes.
The day is fine -- blue, blue sky and white clouds
and golden sunshine. Heightens this feeling of nostalgic
regret at having to leave a tiny universe I love -- the
universe where I practically grew up in. eight and a half
years -- all the happiness and the realizations and the
consequent heartaches.
It's like leaving home . . .
There you go again.
Thinking.
Stop.
Stop Thinking.
Just for a day
or for an hour
or for a minute
Just for a single moment.
But
I am a man
Therefore
I think.
For the week: Nov 17-23, 1997
I wish
I were a child
or a bird
or an ant
Then . . .
I will be free
not to think
Simply
to be happy.
who am i ?
what am i ?
why do i have to think ?
why do i have to be ?
questions.
unanswered questions.
unanswerable questions.
It is very interesting to observe how invariant with respect to time these are. I'm amazed myself.
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