Taking the longer route tonight
Cool ,windy, bestowed with moonlight.
The stars keeping me company,
I fell into a slumber deep-
"Down and down beneath the dark,
Stood there,
The memories.
Picking the pieces, I blew off the dust,
Though old, they'd never lose the lust.
They reflected the beautiful golden days,
When her big brown eyes were full of haze.
Expressing laughter and tears of joys,
The world her book and nature her toys.
And gradually the memories start to fade by,
The sparkling eyes, now empty of life."
The sight of familiar light brought me out of my daze,
Bringing me back from yesteryears to todays.
Though I'm home but long back I had lost my way,
Because I never reached my dreamland again,
Those happy childhood days.
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Threads
Poetrysometimes flowing, sometimes tangled short, straight, blues and greys pearls or drops of tear drawn together by thread like words. ...Threads is a collection of poems from different themes written at different times. The pieces may vary in colour...
