the wind is strong
and it threatens to force open the door
of the hidden mansion inside me...
....the furnitureless calm mansion
there are some old crystal emotions
kept in corners
protected, saved and beyond the reach of my own self
for if it opens
the rays of it will blind my eyes
break my heart
whip my soul....
to know those crystals are no more mine
they are in the 'past'
and hankering for them in 'now'
will only blind my eyes
burn my soul
and break my heart....
long long back
i had dusted the mansion
and kept the crystals on the racks
locked the doors
and walked out in the forest outside
knowing
i will never come back
but sometimes
the wind is so strong
and the smell of mansion so near
that i see the forest
and i raise my hand to open the door ....
in the vacuum
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I hope you feel very proud of having survived all of what you may have survived and love yourself a lot more on that account.
ReplyDeleteThe mansion will always be there. Enter it. Our fears are often worse than the worst possible.
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thanks buddy :) .... as usual beautifully written ... your comments are also so energetic... :)take care
ReplyDeleteAmazing depth of writing. I loved this post.
ReplyDeletethanks :) i am humbled by the fact that somebody as informed as you are thinks this piece is worthy :)
ReplyDeletestop making fun of my blog name x-(
ReplyDeleteno..no..i meant it seriously...i think you are too educated to be visiting a kiddish blog like mine...i mean it :) most of your posts are bouncers for me !! so i look up to you like a child would look at the first rank holder of her class when she is a failure in maths!! take it as a compliment :)
ReplyDeleteAh .... that feels so good. At least someone has believed that Jean Jack Rousseau was my friend and Einstein was my student :-p
ReplyDeleteThank you.