WallsA Poem by Arabdha
How do I go back
to the blank walls...? Once in time they had boasted of the lofty hues of pride and glory.. Affection abounded thy floors beneath.. as mirth had breathed into the air around... Embalmed in your bodice.. were my mortal memories- ages that spoke of life and love.. Through your windows- now decadent.. had streamed in sunshine colors -joy and vitality... The hues have now weathered down.. drained you of your pride.. you stand with a battered stance... The last shreds of your defense are giving in-- the bounty of yesteryears you grieve.. Time is but a nihilistic reserve... and what was treasured in your prime-- now is but an anachronism sublime.. your pleading voice still beckons my deranged soul-- confounding me at times.. but tell me.. how do I go back? when you are but just a relic of what you were.. © 2013 ArabdhaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorArabdhaBangalore, Karnataka, IndiaAbouti am 23..a thinker and a dreamer..life is hard..and i'm just fumbling my way through it..writing is my constant companion and escape.. I write likeAgatha ChristieI Write Like by Mémoires,.. more..Writing
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