Goodbye, my room!
-Shraddha Acharya
A cold night and steam of hot tea floating above the cup,
A sight and warmth of pseudo-heat from the heater covering
the backdrop
Ahead I saw a pile of dirty laundry waiting for their turns,
An empty mug on the table meant to be filled but no one
had concerns
Broken alphabets pasted on a board that want to mean
something,
But is only comprehended by the one who had assembled the whole
thing
An artificial plant that I had assumed would help me breathe,
Natural breeze through my windows shall now do the job instead
That one blank paper where I wanted to print something,
But it will remain so as more blank are my thoughts becoming
The suitcase supposed to carry my new life now seems a lot
heavier,
Dark curtains that wouldn’t be opened by me every morning
nor closed every noon,
Bedsheet that shall remain dusted and unchanged unless I
return once every blue moon
But that picture of me shall forever be hung in that old
frame,
To remind the walls that the room owner will always be the
same,
Who might have forgotten the keys for now in another’s allay,
But will surely find way to return back in that room one
day.
make me cry now👊😭
ReplyDeleteTouched with the depth of the words.
ReplyDeleteYou make me sad n happy at once today...! that you know why..!? Everything will remain same n as usual coz you are in our heart and soul baby..!!!
ReplyDeleteI know it’s you, love you daddy ❤️
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