Memories of yesterdays,
whisper softly,
tingling like a
waft of familiar fragrance
lost in timeless space.
The songs we composed
for long winding road
remained unsung,
-smeared –
on lifeless paper.
The solitary night
stitches notes from
-scattered rhymes-
playing the missing song.
While my guitar gently weeps.
* wrote the poem for a title contest, the title is from one of Beatles songs.
* image courtesy – Google
You have a gift for such gentle pieces. Thanks for posting them and sharing with us.
Wow..Do you play guitar!!! I love to hear you play..:)
Beautiful. Lost memories and tears go hand-in-hand, don't they?
So soft…so sad, too. You crafted a beautiful piece from the title.
ah, Raji, this was beautiful.. memories woven together so well 😀
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nice one .. memories , past yeah offcourse the guitar weeps
thats why they say
Jo dhun SAAZ se nikli woh sab ne Suni
Jo Saaz pe Guzri woh kissi ne na
Suni 🙂
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Lovely, thanks for linking.
that was awsome xxx
This most most certainly worthy of a song and surly it will be a bestseller!! Well done my friend xx
hmmm sumhow i got reminded of "killing me softly…"
Nice piece for the Potluck.
playing the missing song …
nicely done Cheers!!!
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very talented writing.
keep it up.
this is so nice.. you are gifted really!
if i knew how to play guitar ..
i wud say the same…my guitar gently weeps…
beautiful..