my lucky token

deals with emotional attachment with inanimate objects

My lucky token

As I captured the innocence 
of the lovely morning and its florescence
I tiled my bedside post 
Hurriedly erasing memory of that  horrifying ghost

Why the hell am I so late
Glaring at my maid arranging plate 
Rhythmically catching up my schedule 
still trying to follow the module

Splasshh! Things got out of my hand 
While I simply stare at that broken band
What have I done 
I thumped down oblivious to none

That unique antique piece
Without which my world would just cease 
I m losing my mind
Remembering mom's word in a blind

I had broken the token 
Which mom had given to mend the soul broken 
Mom is not here , token is not here 
Still I want to travel there

I wept my heart loud
unintentionally gathering the whole crowd
I delayed the day
Still thinking to clear the way

Unable to heal the wound
Which took years to get me feel safe and sound
It has emerged fresh
That hollowness which I don't want to redress

Carrying the memories with a paper
Which I had preserved with a wrapper
I slept crying and wailing 
So as to heal the heart ailing

Mom said let go dear 
Attachment always ends in fear
You are brave and strong hearted
You made your way which no one had darted

I silenced the wailing cries inside
Keeping the broken pieces aside
I am the one she had trusted 
Not these silver engravings which never existed !

~ Rachna

Author's Note

the last token of someone special who is close to our heart is indeed very special but in case we lose it ..doesnt mean that we have lost that person ..he/she is still residing in our hearts.:)