My Past Fragmenence Beauty Poem by Binod Bastola

In an trance state,
I just took my cell to get the information i missed,
Its about 1.30pm afternoon Friday. I works and lives as per CST. That is why i wakes up in this day time out here in India daily.

Lightning of striked in my life, i light up in my previous life. Oh! my family out there, friends out there, people out there. My place of birth- i went to right there in my past imagination. I drenched in an emotion and love which i suppressed for a long time. I missed the smell of my mud of my home town, i missed all the natural mount of my ground, i missed all the beautiful down.
I missed all the carefree round and sound of my life, i missed the chill winter cold of my beautiful town. Though winter is also here but not has the same charm like there. I missed early kiss of the Sun, i missed early fresh blown of air- unusual sounds of trees, sparrow and other birds free, i missed that fly of free. I missed all the lush green of my aura wherever i swing my eye. I missed all of my life.

From trance to full sense, i seriously missed all the fragmence of beautiful scent of my life!