Heartstrings

We often looked at the moon reminiscing our memories.

Those peeking shadows, almost hopeful,

dancing with the cadence of remembrances,

the remnants of our love in them are still wistful,

for cold be these hearts, the eyes still spark,

for dead be those days, their scents still mark,

so, I'll guiltily take a leap,

and so shall you, without telling any, we'll weep.

We shall drape those memories on these nights prolonged,

of love that once wrapped us like a blanket we threaded.

Despite the chills of truth dawning upon us,

the days we had been will remain only shadows, nonetheless.

Author's Note

Wrote this long back that I forgot the feelings I wrote it with but still I'm reminded of the void coming back to this.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Loved the opening. Shadows, hopeful, dancing to the music of memories. I like the innocence of hope reflected in them. Somewhere deep down, we forever long for the magic to repeat itself again.

The following lines mention the spark, the scent of passion that still lives on, though the hearts be cold. There's always the pull, the yearning to re-live that love.

"We shall drape those memories on these nights prolonged,
of love"
~ This is a superb line. Draping memories on the long and lonely nights. Seems such a beautiful thought, it brings on instant warmth to just think of those days, when in reality all are but shadows.

I related to the poem only too well, having felt every emotion you have written here.

Beautifully written, Muskaan.

[Poetic_Vixen]

That being my favourite line I came up writing this that you just mentioned, it feels amazing and that your review has looked complete through these words pins a badge of honour to this writer's heart. I'm so grateful for this, Divya

Sending you love ❤️

[AYVID N]

You're most welcome, my friend.
Have a great weekend!
💐🙋‍♀️🥤

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

'draping memories on prolonged nights' wrapped in the blanket of love that once provided warmth. Now, we wake up only to realize that it has turned into sheer cloth which no longer provides that comfort and warmth. 'Taking a leap and without telling any we'll weep'...so deep and beautifully melancholic write, Muskaan. The emotions in your words hit different. This is a masterpiece and I loved it, my friend!

Have a beautiful day 🖤

[Marie]

Dancing to the music of memories can be either an uplifting event or a sad event depending on the memories. Though love remains, it has burned out now and the ashes which remain are cold. Eyes which once sparkled with the light of love are now unseeing, lifeless and dull. Wow! The shadows of the past are haunting like spectres from the grave where love is buried. I love how you embroider your feelings in neutral threads. There is no bad feeling with regard to the past, but a feeling that though no more, that love is still treasured beyond what words can impart. A gripping compelling write. Thank you for sharing, dear P.V.

[Poetic_Vixen]

I believe we dance on the thin line between the sorrows and joys those memories bring us and later do we incline towards which side suits our situation best(as some brings like me like to stay in delusion sometimes that they relish the joy they bring) and that is how we become artistic towards our misery, however void we may become, I was content I could portray my sensations I'd rather always keep and bottle it up somewhere and so, here it is, and am so overjoyed you liked reading it ❤️

[Marie]

Thank you again for sharing, dear poetess. It is a wonderful poem!