My Old Attic

written about an year back! :P :P

 

 

 

 

   

 My old Attic…

 

 Yesterday I was cleaning my old attic,

 And I saw a box that wasn't in a good nick.

 A bundle of old memories struck me,

 And for it I found it isn't the place  to be.

 I opened it and found your old letters in it,

 And I realized why I kept them in the attic.

 As I wanted to keep them away from this world,

 Again I read them with each and every word.

 They were once in my heart and not in the attic,

 They were my religion and by me they were preached.

 By you they were written at every single day and night,

 They were by you hidden from everyone's sight.

 And you wrote them twice for every single season,

 But then I thought about your letters as they were of smell like    you,

 I never burnt them because burning those means burning you.

 They were written by you with your love and emotion,

 I  never burnt them as it's the single proof of your devotion.

 So I recollected every letter and kept them in the attic,

 And it became the place that again I never visited.

  

 

 

 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems :D :D

Reviews

[Michael X]

Bhavya, your words are soulful and well written with concentration, as the reader can feel your passionate
thoughts flowing from the depths of your pen, in light of truth and memory and what it means to miss
someone who was once close to the heart, and in many ways, still is, and in ways we all have an old attic,
a place to return when the moment of desire suceeds any pain that would accomadate such memories,
this was a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing

[Karl]

This is very personal but so beautiful too

[Spat Queen]

This piece captures the soul of what a letter can mean to people who cherish the written word. Letters seem to have an essense that almost breathes a life of their own. I like the way this projects the sentiment through the form, almost of that proverbial apparition who haunts the attic. I had kind of a chill as I read this.

[Together]

And it became the place which again I never visited.
I think there is an attic somewhere in all of us! huh!

[Angelic Darkness]

I love this poem:). The pictures that go with it are very suiting.
Sometimes we keep things we don't need, but even as something
as simple as a attic, can store so much of our soul, and live on.
AD

[James K. Blaylock]

Although, the letters bring on such heartache, at least you know you've got them, if ever you wish to visit them again.

jkb

[Dani California]

This is an incredible piece Bhavya. It's difficult to revisit things from those who are no longer in our day to day experience for whatever reason. Especially their writings as they bring that person back into the present. This is so heartbreaking, as are many of the other pieces I've read of yours. You are a fantastic writer, who is obviously writing straight from the heart. Someday your heart will heal, once you've put those letters down for good. But that is sometimes so hard to do....

Excellent write my friend. :)

[RHEA CROSLEY]

As you know my wife died last year. She was an avid writer and I have kept her writings. They are precious to me but I can only handle reading them once and a while. I have cried several times while reading her letters and sensing her presences. Good thoughtful write, thank you.

[Fantasyfairy]

It is always nice to remember those that we have forgotten. Beautiful piece of writing of memories buried and locked away. Clearing away the dust brings a smile as you remember where they came from and what they once meant. XX

[Thomas James Martin]

Interesting use of metaphors and pictures. I did feel like I was there with you.

Tom

[Brianna Brie]

Great metaphor for memories of an old loved tucked away some where safe. Love the part about not wanting to burn them, because it meant burning her and what she felt for you. Super write.