The Vivid Scrapbook

The scrapbook adorned with memories

Memories as colorful as the autumn leaves

Leaves treasured between the pages

Pages embracing moments cherished

Cherished will always be the childhood days

Days filled with adventures, innocence and love

Love the fragrance still lingering in the scrapbook

Scrapbook that housed myriad emotions

Emotions as magnetic as the blossomed spring

Spring –always reminds of our friendship

Friendship with a touch of golden dust

Golden dust of happiness sprinkled

Sprinkled and felt as I turn the pages hence

Hence to be remembered with fondness

Fondness that knows no reason

Reason to love and care all

All in my surrounding, my environ.

Poetry form: loop

Pc: Self

 

The Bookshelf

The bookshelf stood quietly in the corner

Old, lonely with silence as partner

The glass panes layered with dust

Made it difficult to discover the

Treasure cove hidden in its breast

Books of travel, history, love, prose and poetry,

Pages yearned to be read again

By curious eyes filled with wonder

Seasons changed, it’s summer again!

Sunshine brightened the room in all its splendor,

Also brightened the dark corner

Did the shelf dance in delight?

Coming back to life…….

Or was it a momentary mirage

Played by conspiring game of shade and light!

I approached expectantly with bated breath,

Goosebumps accompanied my trembling gait,

Proposing for the first time would have been easier instead!

Opened the door carefully in amazement,

Oh, it blushed a rose red!

Held a book like treasured possession

The romance with words began hence,

Back to reading books again,

Delving into the magnanimous ocean,

Old habits die hard, they said,

It was on hibernation, I believe in my case,

Waltzing into this phase of life,

The old book shelf indeed danced in delight !

The rainy evening

It was the same rainy evening,
With lightening engulfing,
The only sound of raindrops pouring,
My heart went aflutter,
Missed a beat
As I stumbled upon the pages,
Unturned,untouched.....for a long time since
Our first chanced meet
The petals bookmarked your favourite piece
Of the poem, beautiful like our acquaintance
The lines weaving back memories
Of the moments created together
To be cherished forever !

It was the same rainy evening
That we embarked on journeys separately
Traversed through constellations of emotions
With you, it would have been different, though
(sigh),The hourglass completes a full circle,
The remnants marking wrinkles around my eyes
They still wait for you......
The precious memories I hold tight
Amidst the yellowed pages of black and white
Unturned, untouched by the wheels of time.

Blot of Red

Even in bright sunshine
A chill ran down the spine
As the memories came alive
With the blot of Red
Amidst the bare branches spread
Far and wide like tributaries
Curling, entwining the unsuspecting mind!
Fear encircled like the hungry vulture's grip,
With throat parched as the mercury soared steep,
Breathless, groping for relief in the relentless heat
Past followed faithfully, every inch, every bit,
Time stands still in the avenue of history,
Long gone, but not forgotten !

PC: self

Autumn Leaves

A walk down the memory lane strewn with multitude of autumn leaves. A riot of colors depicting numerous experiences lived and dreamed. The warm sunbeam peeping in through the thick foliage with the cool breeze singing in my ears a melodious tune from the past. Peace kissed my heart , at last.

PC: self

Nanotales#

The dewdrops glistened in the rays of the rising Sun.Her lone cold life was enveloped in the warmth of his love pristine.