Down the memory lane..

Down the memory lane.

By Shruti Abhishek Shetty

Ice-cold raindrops fell on her back,

as she ran bare handed towards a shelter.

She sneak-peeked through a gap,

between the edge and the door.

 

It was all bright inside and nothing,

but few webs and dried leaves scattered.

Rain water gushed between her feet,

she was left with no option but to shift.

 

She tick-tocked on the wooden planks,

arranged well but it still creaked.

She walked below a lavish chandelier,

that might have looted the wallet.

 

She trolled towards the room,

with torn sheets and empty cupboards.

Mirror reflected herself as brown shadow,

but she fell on the bed and sleep creeped.

 

She woke and as she tied her locks,

witnessed something similar she daily saw.

She was at her own bed and room,

but her hairstrands still smelled dust and saw.

 

 

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Dedication to WRITERS across💋 ❤️

Writing is fun,

as simple as making a bun.

Some say, writers are insane,

yes, what we write can never enter brainless mane.

 

Though star twinkles in clear sky,

its still there inside when clouds fly.

Writers have similar inception,

they are busy every time with their new creation.

 

When it’s all dark around,

We re-create bonds lost and found.

Writers tame situations in their belly,

however it may be hard or smelly.

 

Shruti Abhishek Shetty