Your coat in my closet
a long strand of hair
faint traces of your cologne
memories of yesteryear's.
Feeling the fine fabric, i fold.
Feeling the fine fabric, i fold.
Reach for an empty box
Cast a lingering look,
and tape the box shut.
Forcing the creaky draw open,
i see remnants of all that was broken
laying it to rest gingerly,
i ignore its constant plea.
Making room for a new chapters,
i lend a deaf year to their murmurs
One box over another..
and many more, shall follow after.
Life is transient, Like that!
Forcing the creaky draw open,
i see remnants of all that was broken
laying it to rest gingerly,
i ignore its constant plea.
Making room for a new chapters,
i lend a deaf year to their murmurs
One box over another..
and many more, shall follow after.
Life is transient, Like that!
Making room for new chapters is the way to go Aishwarya:) Lovely verse and so easy to relate!
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ReplyDeleteNice verse and an elegant blog.
Thanks for your comments.The one with 'thinking' part brought a smile in the face
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