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!
Painful...yet lovely...thts all i can say...
ReplyDeleteThe idea is bang on, but the execution will take some practice. Each line is meaningful and thoughtful, but it is obvious that you are new to poetry. Keep practising. :)
ReplyDeleteOne advice would be that if you want to rhyme, your line lengths should also have some rule. If you find it difficult to (or just don't want to) restrict your line lengths, don't rhyme at all. Just put one segment of the idea in each line, and I think you'll come up with a better poem. In short, don't try to force rhyming when it isn't happening. As you know, it's not compulsory, and non-rhymed poetry is not the prerogative of big old poets -- you are allowed to do it too :) The old non-rhymed poems have fixed syllable numbers, but modern poetry is relaxed about it, so go crazy.
Also, cushion, not cusion.
I loved the involvement of the two characters. Keep writing dear.
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