I wandered again,
in the maze of locked doors,
long forgotten.
turned a few knobs,
listening to the screams of past,
that broke free
wished,
I had left undisturbed,
the dust covered rust of memories.
Remembering,
why the knobs had been left unturned,
and memories left to rust
beneath the dust.
in the maze of locked doors,
long forgotten.
turned a few knobs,
listening to the screams of past,
that broke free
wished,
I had left undisturbed,
the dust covered rust of memories.
Remembering,
why the knobs had been left unturned,
and memories left to rust
beneath the dust.
9 comments:
Hey meeta.. Nice work. Indeed very deep thoughts.. Very beautiful..
yes few memories are better left alone..
but then we should know which knob to turn and when..
@Sheetal Thanku for the read and ur words :)
@Prateek yeah right
we always seem to know about those locked doors, secret rooms
I say air them out
let in the light
and be healed
@Suz there is a season and time for everything to happen..maybe when i am ready and the season & the reason turns up :)
Meeta that's why I always never ever look back in life....coz what is gone is past and it should be left alone to rest in peace :)
your poetry is beautiful !
@beth thankyou for stopping by...taking out time and going through my work and the comment..I am glad u enjoyed and liked reading the poem :)
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