A half decade
of my life
neatly packed
in boxes
brown taped
The walls
now naked
lost
its tears
amongst moist patches
Blue stars
I plucked
left
patches of grey
Some corners
Still unlived
hold its secret
tightlipped
Some would come
desecrate
certain nooks
where I found love
lurking
Elsewhere
I would unpack
love
from
chocolate hued boxes
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This is good. kudos! i like reading your poems.
ReplyDeleteloved this one
ReplyDeleteWhat!? God! This is awesome!
ReplyDeleteI read this and it was like finding a crisp currency note in my old jacket's pocket.
Thats a nice metaphor.
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