Craving for something from the past

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I can hear the ache right

below my elbow, as I lay

my head in its support, dreaming

of the days of hunger.

I see delight!

How easily we went out of

patience and how hungry we were.

They say desire is built upon

the infrastructure of tranquility

yet we never could hide our

desperation. Of things that

matter and of things that don’t,

I crave for that distant faint scent

that sends me to a land of torment in a flash…

You see, every metaphor of our

youth had to be synonymous with despair.

I discovered solidarity in that land,

and a dish to tickle my tastebuds

I discovered navigation through lanes

that still remind me of the sunset

(and years hence) when I now

revisit the narrows of recollection

all I gather is that scent, which

I never wore in these many years,

one that has singular relevance

to that land, tossing me into fits of anxiety.

How I wish I could

erase the scent from my memory

or how I wish it never leaves me.