They stopped talking from that day on.
Nobody remembers the reason.
The Champa tree stands bare in no bloom
and the Gulmohar awaits the cuckoo’s songs.
The swing creaks of childhood memories
with a hope of the same for their children.
That old stone house has seen it all ---
their little mud soaked imprints in its garden.
Cracks in the rubble seem wider,
feeding on an unknown occurrence.
Cold silence chews on breaking facades,
pointing out the right and wrong.
A home shall breakdown on its own
as it sees generations interrupted.
Grass is half dead and hedges bend low.
Gloomy air reeks of betrayal,
as creepers snake up to strangle tree barks.
Move on. Far. Lost.
Never to look back and heal,
a bond broken since long...
~ To some childhood connections that could not be saved.
Nobody remembers the reason.
The Champa tree stands bare in no bloom
and the Gulmohar awaits the cuckoo’s songs.
The swing creaks of childhood memories
with a hope of the same for their children.
That old stone house has seen it all ---
their little mud soaked imprints in its garden.
Cracks in the rubble seem wider,
feeding on an unknown occurrence.
Cold silence chews on breaking facades,
pointing out the right and wrong.
A home shall breakdown on its own
as it sees generations interrupted.
Grass is half dead and hedges bend low.
Gloomy air reeks of betrayal,
as creepers snake up to strangle tree barks.
Move on. Far. Lost.
Never to look back and heal,
a bond broken since long...
~ To some childhood connections that could not be saved.
great imagery in the poem! Its painful to think of broken ties, isn't it? But some relations were never meant to be, only to teach you bitter truths of life, so it's best to learn and move on...
ReplyDeleteTrue :( But its bad that the next generation gets punished for no fault of theirs...
ReplyDeletewe have good memories to think of, but our kids lose out on an entire branch in the family tree!