No More, A Poem.

This is a poem which kissed me after I watched the last or last but one episode of Breaking Bad. As usual I woke up in the morning with few whispering words which started to swing into sentences and here it was a poem like sentences lying in my phone for quite some time. I have titled it:

No More.

Threshold you returned from;
Door never knocked to enter;
Roof which withered the rain;
House which kept us warm;
Alas is no more.

The peelings from  wall crying;
Hinges were squeaking pain;
Droplets from roof betrayed rain;
Rats and flies now playing the chattels;
Home alas is no more.

Swing in patio still playing with wind;
Pool with water smirking at lightening;
Roses, lilies still smile in the spring;
Lettuce first to leave, cactus be the last;
Dahlia alas is no more.

Little steps, rolling toys while birds were chirping;
Innocent smiles on lips igniting laughter;
Doors remember those endless chases;
Gone are puppies, dogs, birds and parrots;
Childhood alas is no more.

Looks which kindled, touch that was life;
Love so sweet; marriage sweat and sour;
Job that sucked but paid so well,
Me that was all to savour;
Life thou rattling, alas is no more.

Advertisements

About Sandeep Bhalla

A lawyer, thinker, author, Linux/Ubuntu power user and sometime an economist or gardener or philosopher or cook or photographer depending upon the current thought and environment. View all posts by Sandeep Bhalla

Please share your views.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s