Where memories of our past have faded?
Is this painting the same
Which when bought, glittered with all it's fame?
Is this cusion still as soft as it was
When you and me jumped on it so hard and fast!
Is this room the same
Where we once used to fight
With all our vehemence?
That fridge still lies there
But has no one to steal it's food from there.
That bell still hangs,
And awaits to be rung.
When we jump and play, with all our joy and fun.
The piano still waits and waits
To hear it's tone although it's late
Amidst those dark days of rain and solitude
Where you and me, once with our little fingers
Used to compose songs in multitude.
It plays no more and is not heard
Yet I hear it say, come on, it's your turn.
Our gallery still remains the same with our creations
Yet devoid of it's creators.
Out little playroom is now a store room
And the old toys, have been thrown away by a broom.
That bore our memories of childhood.
The pictures still hang on the wall
Where we still smile so hard, that we would fall.
Yet, no one to see them anymore
And cherish the memories it bore.
We still have everything in place,
Yet we lack that grace
Of our relation.
Things are still so close and yet so far
To indicate that we have drifted apart.
Are you still my brother?
Or have you forgotten that you share some relation with me either!
Regrets they are, and they shall be
Unless expressed to you fully!
