Wednesday 26 April 2017

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
 

Monday 24 April 2017

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 !

Thursday 20 April 2017

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.

Monday 10 April 2017

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


Thursday 6 April 2017

Nanotales#

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