First published in The Quiet Letter, July 2018
“Mankind’s lessons are written in the ruins of his civilization.”
― Anthony T. Hincks
Days rolled into nights
and seasons turned into years
Air turned heavy with
memories from
the yesteryear
And the warm breeze
doesn’t soothe me
the ground
has been cracked
parched,
sullen for years,
it is not forgiving anymore
put blisters in my sole
and cracks
hard to bear
The big old giant
standing
tall in the courtyard
has shamelessly witnessed the
massacre
with its weak branches and
flailing stems
falling apart
That dark wretched well
hollowed and empty as
the widow’s eyes
and too dried up
to comfort any more souls
of the passerby
Those broken picket fences
once valiantly
marked the boundaries
has fallen from its grace
has lost their identity
Those aged doors
like my shattered
dreams
bears
my name
on its cracked plate
This old town
rolling around in the dust
has lost its identity,
those broken souls
sleeping around me
are buried within
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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This was perfect from your opening lines which so eloquently described the passing of time and set the mood for this wonderful piece. Bravo..
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Thanks so much Andrew for reading.This piece has a little bit of a somber mood.
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Yes, it did. You set it up and carried it through so perfectly.
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Thanks Andrew.
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Beautiful! Identity lost in the passage of time. What a poem!
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Thanks so much for your thoughts.
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You are welcome!
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Wonderfully penned! Ah, the folds of time!❤
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Thanks Richa. Yes we all are in it.
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Sigh!
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This is so melancholic. Love it.
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Thanks so much Punam
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You are welcome Megha.
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What an elegant piece of work ❤️❤️
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Thanks so much Shantanu.Love your kind words
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Always a pleasure
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delightful, agree with all the comments above especially Andrews 🙂
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No-no this is not done..I want your thoughts
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I love it, wallowing in the history of ruins … your analogy is perfect for this … you dont need my feedback when you’ve reached perfection 🙂
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Oh c’mon I always love your thoughts.See I just fished for one
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you minx … next time I might just ignore you!
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Hehe..I love you so much
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lol I had noticed 🙂
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Thanks John so much for your reblog
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You are welcome Megha.
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A wonderful poem dear Megha.
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Thanks John.Glad you liked it
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Very eloquent delivery; loved it.
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Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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This reminds me of a song written by a friend of mine. In it he discusses how nothing remains in time’s wake. The chorus goes like this: “The fisherman knows that life doesn’t come easy/ what he builds with his hands, must come tumbling down/ but then how could life, be any other way…” Your poem is a reminder that time has a way of taking care of everything.
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Distant memories…
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Buried within the folds of time – leaves the persistent thought that they can be unfolded, delightful poem that goes deep.
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Thanks so much Paul.We all are buried within the fiolds of time. Arent’ we
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We sure are, the line really resonates
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Thanks again
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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absolutely beautiful write as always!
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