The mind sometimes wander off
Uncharted lands
Unattached it roams freely
Hitting a memory from the past
the reaction begins
the heart gives in
and the pulse quickens
The nose can feel the smell still
the skin feels the lingering touch
the glossy eyes plays the film
Nostalgia is a bitch
that stirs up some shit
same old thought
recycled for no end
Useless can unyielding
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks. When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.