Day-19 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt: "Walking Archive"
A 30 years old memory
In the hours of solitude
I rummage
Through many memories.
There is an air, for attention,
In the empty spaces
From the books,
To the old photos-
A few sepia frames
On the walls too.
Merged with times
Some orphaned curios
In some corner of the
Tables and mantles.
A chipped glass
An old bowl
A handle of a pot
In an isolated corner!
All these
Gaze at me
As I move from
One room to another
Urging, to touch them
To feel them.
There is a need
In the static shapes and sizes
As lost children
What else to do!
These are my timekeepers
Whom I have discarded
Nearly forgotten,
In my busy world
And now!
In a quarantined lair
I caress them
To feel alive...
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-5/
Prompt: "Walking Archive"
In the hours of solitude
I rummage
Through many memories.
There is an air, for attention,
In the empty spaces
From the books,
To the old photos-
A few sepia frames
On the walls too.
Merged with times
Some orphaned curios
In some corner of the
Tables and mantles.
A chipped glass
An old bowl
A handle of a pot
In an isolated corner!
All these
Gaze at me
As I move from
One room to another
Urging, to touch them
To feel them.
There is a need
In the static shapes and sizes
As lost children
What else to do!
These are my timekeepers
Whom I have discarded
Nearly forgotten,
In my busy world
And now!
In a quarantined lair
I caress them
To feel alive...
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-5/
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