Soulless Building I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times the once small boy. I remember the days when my soul still had remained with me.... There... he ran from one end of my heart ((corridor) to the other. The very presence of his, made the queen of my heart smile. He came towards her with his sparkling eyes. Covering the long-forgotten folds of her eyes with the warmth of his little hand. The once hidden love inside her was once again brought back by him. He came in front of her with a huge smile on his face, which once again reminded her that love did exist... "Nani, look what I have got for you" he said. He put his hand in his pocket trying hard to reach the precious little thing that he had specially brought for her.But as soon as he took it out, his face fell feeling dejected. The flower that he had picked from his garden had been crushed. But Nani lifted his face up with her warm hands. She took the flower and kept it near her heart and said that, it was the best gift she could ever get on her birthday.... Days went by....and hence came days when the petals started to wither off slowly. The last petal withered off, and my soul departed along with hers... The boy came everyday, stood in front of the door and every year without fail, he left the exact flower on her birthdays. A tear escaped my eyes, rolling down my pipes and finally watering the flower he had left.....
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The rose petals in my journal have dried down to the shades of brown, And Your photographs in my drawer haven't tasted air for years now... My journal full of our memories together, With tears rolling down my face Watering the rose petals everyday.
Sometimes I chuckle to myself, Remembering the times when you called me a dumbhead. And Now hopelessly waiting to hear it just once more again. Just once more, please my friend...
The sun has set once again.. Leaving the darkness to cover me up. And yet once again Waking up from it's slumber, Ready to spread it's radiance. But... When will you wake up again, my best friend?....
Society bound me. From my happiness and love.. As the value was not recognised.
What do you even benefit, from fiddling with this instrument? Will it ever give you a decent life? They impeached, Forcing me to.. Abandon my own happiness.
Months passed by, I turned into a lifeless robot...
But doesn't it strike them, That after a century or two... This might even get extinct. Forgetting their own culture?!
But then at least, It might get acknowledged As one in many extinct art forms...
(My opinion) As years pass by many art forms are getting endangered. The support and encouragement that are given only to a few of them. Every artform has a history and has abundance value which sometimes people fail to understand....
Jamie... you know, people leave But places don't. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances And words..... Their words echo through the passage of our hearts. The way they expressed it, Though it was just a jumbling of 26 letters. A normal 'Hi' pangs right into us, Hoping, we could hear their "Hi" once more.
Entering a cafe, You get reminisced of their exact order The place where you sat together... Knowing exactly what you were going to order.. But still looking at the menu.. Tasting the food, pretending to be critics... And the "thank you" at last, While leaving the place... Until the next time.
Believe it or not, But the most we are reminded of are... Are the words whispered by them.
And now all that is left behind, Are their memories, fragrance and the words that they said to us.
Reminiscing the cold past, Where I was laid in my bed, High in fever.
Betrayed by my taste buds. Food, which once seemed delightful Became a nightmare.
One by one they left me aside, Regardless pepper didn't lose hope It lingered by my side, In the soup and porridge That I had to swallow day and night. The passion I felt in my throat, because of it's adamant nature. Was beyond my imagination.
The crushing sound, That it made with with the artifact, Along with my mother's compassion Slowly made me recover.
The betrayers returned And though they reimbursed... The emotion I felt with pepper Remains with me forever.