Nostalgia

Life’s journey may have

scattered us here and there.

We may be playing,

with a digitals devices,

addicted to them,

deep down we know,

it's complex, and unnecessary.

We all crave simplicity,

it's easy on the brain,

frugality feels like security.

We all get nostalgic

for the village fair,

when we ate cotton candy,

rode carousels,

and bought colorful balloons.

We may buy expensive scents,

but we all sense,

nothing can compare,

the earthy smell of petrichor.

I am indifferent to AC air,

for I know the wholesomeness

of a tree shade,

fanned by zillion leaves.

I run away from

preservative-laced packaged foods,

for I have tasted mother's,

satiating fermented pancakes

made on clay skillet

cooked on woodfires.

Not all changes are

good for the health and soul,

we are realizing,

slowly but surely,

as we nurse nostalgic pangs.