gathering a city
in bits ... in pieces
filling up the boxes
with ages... pages.. of history
abandoned halls
broken mirrors
murky cellars
.. of a city lost!
caricatures,
now meaningless
knowledge lost!
a story untold
of the silent words
aged and brewed in the dark
for a century
This tastes just like destiny!
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This reminds me of a old library I went into. Apparantly no one visits that place any longer and after much coaxin the guard let me in.
There was huge hall with the evening sun poring in through the huge french windows. A layer of dust covered the table and everything else. I picked up a book its pages yellow with age. As I started flipping the pages began to crumble...
A shade of golden mahogny hung over the air :)
Lovely poem :D
It cannot be so long that i havent been here, because i visit this place regulary religiously!!!
When did you post it???
As for me, I am museless.
sach kahu???
rasta bhool hi gaya tha...was offline for quite sometime...and even before that...since your blog is private it doesn't show up in my bloglines sub...
so little words to convey so much...how do you do it???
we went to the same school, right???
sometimes you make me doubt my memory...
:)
@Vibhanshu :I wish I could visit this old library of yours and spend hours in those pages..
@Aakash: yes.. i posted it quite recently.. just tht it was a draft.. i hv been wrking on it.. hence it is so dated..
and.. I am glad to know that you visit regularly.. aapke comments nahi hote to these posts wud be nothing but abandoned listings..
@Devil: kyun sharminda karte ho?
ooo, you and devil went to the same school. small world huh?
this semester i am taking three history courses as my electives even though i am a biology major and I can see this poem soo well in everything i read about.
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