Thoughts....

Album

The rusty old trunk in the attic
Stood lonely with silence as acquaintance
Till one day, sunshine bathed the room with resplendence,
Hurried footsteps approached and the lock opened
There was a strange warmth of known fragrance
Of childhood memories abundant in the environ
Dust woke up from a long slumber
Left the cover of the Album treasured in the corner
The pages spoke of cherished moments long gone,
The faces, now faded, yet appealing,
Took the heart on a journey into the past,
While visiting each cognizance, nostalgic, mesmeric,
The golden summer days spent with friends,
Those countless mischievous acts,victory, punishment, defeat
Love at first sight, that intoxication,
Adrenalin rush experienced at first crush !
The colorful instances captured by the candid camera
Those unforgettable days spent with friends ,now gone away
Their own ways, distant and separate
Didn't, couldn't meet them.....life happened!
Oh, can all be rewound again ?

A bouquet of Love

A bouquet of love
Love unparalleled, unique
Unique has always been our friendship
Friendship between a mother and daughter
Daughter who simply adores you
You, the very fulcrum of my existence
Existence nourished by endless care
Care in form of worrying about my well being
Being always there for me, omnipresent
Omnipresent are your blessings
Blessings giving me strength
Strength from the values inculcated
Inculcated are your words of wisdom,
Wisdom inherited from an indomitable spirit
Spirit of my beloved grandmother
Grandmother, whom I everyday remember
Remember those stories of love and selfless deeds
Deeds that spoke of your wonderful heart
In my heart will be engraved these
These are my pillars of empowerment
Empowerment embodied as my grandmother and mother,
Wishing you A very Happy Mother's Day----

------Love, your doting daughter.

PC: Self

 

Coffee

Conflicts, heartbreaks,Utopia, ecstasy
Overflowing with countless emotions,
Frolicking all around me like a merry-go-round,
Finding, losing myself in the Fair ( life) , repeatedly,
Energized with your warm embrace,anytime, anywhere
Endlessly, selflessly, you have been my companion, dear Coffee.

Poetry form : Acrostic

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.