With great resistance,
I opened the time forgotten chest,
Rusted and worn out,
The old box held memories firmly in its nest.
It appeared from a different age,
Discolored notes,
Broken memoirs,
As if set for a different stage.
I was reluctant to stir those pensive times,
The suppressed bereavement,
Hesitant to defrost the old rime.
My curiosity still led me to ruffle the treasures,
My anxieties were so muddled it was hard to measure,
Off went the lid,
And the long-held creed,
The pulsating heart,
Emotions hard to impede.
Then I saw the shades of some impish smile,
The guffaws and the ingenious guile.
The memories came gushing,
Like an endless deluge,
The sudden paroxysms,
reminiscence fresh and crude.
I stood there holding to abandoned dreams,
The nostalgic moments,
The bygone scenes,
every oppressed desire,
Surged back so strong,
I surrendered to the moment,
And that’s where I belonged.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Wow really well written! 🙂
Thanks a lot. Appreciate your comment.
Wow🌹🌹🌹
Thanks Jay. Happy Deepawali
….same to you😊
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Beautiful. To open the box or not to open it
Thank you Lorraine
A well treasured memory box..don’t we all want to open it sometime or the other..the nostalgia which soaks the air with its fragrant memories and douse us in it and we stand there numb in the time frozen.
I loved this so much.
Thank you so much Megha. You read it so well and the comment is so beautiful. Thanks
Because you write so well, it comes out naturally.
Love peace and hugs. Thank you
You are most welcome.Same to you.
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Thank you so much I truly appreciate it
It was my pleasure! I think a reblog is a nice way to say thank you to a poet who spoke to my heart!
Thank you so much. I truly appreciate it