I was listening to this song while writing the poem, and I just felt my words coming to life.
Weeds grew uninhibited, so did untrimmed stories,
mildew have flourished, on our frozen memories,
from an old armchair, I blew a pile of dust away,
in the musty breeze, chewed curtains gently swayed.
My footsteps echoed in long marbled hallway,
once filled with electric laughter, silence now ricochet,
These abandoned accusing walls, stare back at me,
Why was I here, after years of escaping reality?
Melancholia of your absence, still hangs heavy in air,
over mahogany dresser and striped glassware,
“Yet, It does feel like home, doesn’t it?”, I slowly whisper,
it was time to clear cobwebs and fix the chandelier.
This week’s prompt at Write Tribe was all I needed to wake my sleeping muse. 🙂
Lyrical Visual…and what a creative poem!!!! Beautiful 😀
P.S. I Love this song!
Oh what a lovely poem..:-) *sigh
One of the most striking poems I have read in recent times. 🙂
Hi! Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
It's lyrical and sheer beautiful weaved and expressed magically:)
Do check mine http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/write-tribe-100-words-on-saturday-17/
Sometimes songs bring such great ideas na? Loved the way you wove the poem!
This was beautiful Raj! Loved the imagery you created.
This was pure awesomeness in a 100 words. Well done! ♥
The poem is like your snaps…I was able to hear your footsteps in the hallway…
beautiful words compiled to form beautiful poem… pleasure reading it…