desolate, faded,
like an old, museum canvas
silent with
swarming old tales;
lost roadways
hankering
light footsteps
of new tales;
unhinged doors
housing
unfamiliar frozen
breaths;
history heaves
anxiously
behind every
stone
piqued with
abominable scars...
history has dark
patches
different shades
of darkness;
peep and know, but
never imbibe---
insatiable souls wait in deceiving stillness...
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interesting one to ponder
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Sounds like the thought invoked when we see the old, unused places or iems. It is hard to look at them without thoughts running wild. Very nice, Sreeja.
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Thought provoking. Thank you
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful close on this!
ReplyDeletehistory - and the present - have dark patches, don't they? ~
ReplyDeleteQuite an atmosphere you create!
ReplyDeleteThank you all!
ReplyDeletehistory ... behind every stone. I find most places like this fascinating (and wonder about the life stories) - I hate war torn areas though - but still, the way of life that once was - I want to know about. I often feel they want their stories known. I do LOVE ghost walks at night in historic towns - but I usually don't believe most of them. ;)
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