On A Winter Night Poem by Zahrin Nazah

After a little while—
a day away from the daily jargon
The mind drifts back to the oldie-goldies,
to the dry-ash, sweet-sour nostalgia.

Maybe a loved one, or more,
someone the mind once thought
was the love of life.
Then someone else after that,
and again, and again.

History looks back
on a monotonous winter night.
The silent snow outside glows
in bluish moonlight.

With a hot coffee steaming in hand,
the mind grows foggy
with all its nostalgia.

How many losses, betrayals, failures, insults, and so on…
A rock-hard life with the fading memories
of love from nineteen, then the twenties,
then twenty-five, then twenty-six.
The numbers go on and on.
But it's all nostalgia,
like a moving mirror,
a film of life,
a Shakespearean drama,
or the endless ballad
of a medieval soldier.

On a restful winter night,
suddenly they come;
the memories, the nostalgia.
Some bring a smile,
some bring tears
with the sore ache
of losing someone.
Time has flown so far.

With an eternity between us,
we cannot be close again.
Were they all star-crossed lovers?

On a lonely, restful winter night,
the memories come;
the nostalgia;
and tear me apart!