I remember that piece of paper

I remember that piece of paper

Where, the letters had flown.

My feelings had found vent in the flowing blood,

The blood had flowed into three fingers,

The fingers had found vent in the pen,

The pen bled blue ink,

And painted the white paper with letters.

 

I remember that piece of paper,

Where the letters had danced,

In resonance with each other

To the symphony of my feelings.

And formed words, phrases, sentences…

And finally a poem…

No! A story…inside a poem.

 

I remember that piece of paper,

Where the letters had cared

For every emotion in me.

The painting by their side,

Had smiled at them and embraced their warmth,

And shone on its own

In red and brown and green.

 

I remember that piece of paper,

Where the letters spoke,

About the brewing love

Between uncertain souls,

And of the joy of unabashed expression.

They did not hide and they did not lie

But kept on holding each other.

 

I remember that piece of paper,

Where my letters lived.

I don’t know where they are hiding now

Under the tides of time.

Perhaps the rain has washed my letters away,

Perhaps the wind has blown the paper away,

Or perhaps the fire has burnt them down!

 

I remember that piece of paper

Where now my letters are hiding.

Perhaps they remain between the pages of a book,

Perhaps they slid under a piece of cloth,

Perhaps they lie folded in a corner,

Or perhaps inside the pocket of a denim,

Or perhaps their ashes have transformed into dust.

 

I do remember that piece of paper,

Where, letters had heard a story

And manifested themselves in it.

I can recall the story but not the poem

And I can’t recall the letters.

Come back and show yourself O piece of paper!

Else another story will die unsaid,

And kill my feelings again.

Author's Note

Any comment is welcome

Reviews

[Blue]

I remember that piece of paper,
Where the letters had danced,
In resonance with each other
To the symphony of my feelings.
And formed words, phrases, sentences…
And finally a poem…
No! A story…inside a poem.
---
I remember that piece of paper,
Where my letters lived.
I don’t know where they are hiding now
Under the tides of time.
---
I do remember that piece of paper,
Where, letters had heard a story
And manifested themselves in it.
I can recall the story but not the poem
And I can’t recall the letters.
Come back and show yourself O piece of paper!
Else another story will die unsaid,
And kill my feelings again.

These are my favorite lines, the echoes of my heart's voice. Very well-written, Chand...

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thanks Sennah...please read some more of my work!

[Pryde Foltz]

I remember that piece of paper
Where now my letters are hiding.
Perhaps they remain between the pages of a book,
Perhaps they slid under a piece of cloth,
Perhaps they lie folded in a corner,
Or perhaps inside the pocket of a denim,
Or perhaps their ashes have transformed into dust.

The muse comes in her own sweet time … like now … with this write, which was inspired and elegant.

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you for this wonderful review Pryde...

[Sami Khalil]

Some thoughts and feelings never die but live in hearts and pieces of paper dripped in rain , soaked in blood...This was marvelous...:)......................

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you again Sami...I'm extremely happy that you liked it!

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)...................

[magenta24uk]

Always happening to me. So many ideas and so much to say. Lost in the years.

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

I think this happens to almost all of us Magenta...thank you for stopping by and appreciating this!

[Dreamer]

marvelously written, I enjoyed reading it (:

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you so much...please read the other poems...

[Dreamer]

I surely will, and it's much appreciated if you would return the favor! (:

[Antoñyo]

Extraordinary piece expressed like a vivid remembrance of love, and cleverly-written.

Thanks for the share

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you much Antonyo!