The Key
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Loading ...The doors were locked
Since a long time
The doors ………….of her mind
No one saw what lay beyond…….
……behind the closed doors
In the realm of darkness
In the vast lands of her mind…
The doors were locked
& the key was lost
……..lost in the abyss of seclusion
Silver fishes were swimming merrily in the pages of her mind
Spiders weaved webs of thoughts in the four rooms of her heart
Dust gathered on the wall was thick enough…
……..thick enough to block anything,
Anything soft & gentle from entering in
…….the warm rays of sunlight
…….the pearly drops of dew
……& the whips of fresh air
Her friends tried breaking in
To set her mind free,
to let her enjoy the little joys of life
…….they couldn’t
Her foes tried breaking in too
To set her mind free,
To let her get distracted from her path
…….they couldn’t
It was a breezy Friday morning of August
She was lost amidst her files & drawings
The wind tried blowing her hairs a bit
She tightened her hair pin
……….that locked her jet black locks tight
Lest it doesn’t disturbs her work
He was looking at her…….
………leaning against the window
She guessed what he might say……..
“You look beautiful……….. if you let your locks free”
A dialogue she was tired of
She has heard that a hundred times before
From hundreds of people around her
She has heard that………
………From the boys playing marbles
When she used to jump across the hopscotch
………From the boys in the back benches in school
When she was busy jotting down notes
……….From across the test tubes in the college lab
When she was busy preparing solutions
She knew the tricks of trade
& so ……she delved deeper into her files
But he didn’t say that…….. !
“you may get headache
If you tie your wet hairs………
………used to tell my mother
……………To my little sister
My pretty little sister…….
……… used to hide behind me
as my mother dried her wet hairs with a soft towel……..”
So saying ……..he was lost in thoughts
……..lost in memories
……..lost in the cosy corners of his home….. far away
Her hands seemed to have their own whim
They just removed the hairpin from her locks
.
.
.
Now……. she just wonders……..
Sitting besides him ……….
……….in the garden at dusk
…….as the wind blows her silky hairs
…….a soft little curl tickles her ears
She smiles & wonders……….
How did he open the lock!?
The lock of her mind
A lock so intricately designed
Lock which none could open…Over the years……
……………with a humble hairpin ………
That too was hers!!!!
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Good one= just a small correction: should be ‘ the wind tried blowing her hair a little bit”
Good imagination; good interpretation to the picture in the contest(am presuming that this poem is for the contest)
@parminder soni
thanks for the comment
@ulhas & @ renu rakheja
thanks for the comments , indeed the poem sprang looking at the picture of ‘locked door’, but am still undecided whether its worth ‘contesting’
& it has to be “the wind tried blowing her hair a little bit” …sorry for the grammatical error…:(
long and imaginative poem……
Welcome to the contest………….
Stars added……4 stars………..for the effort and the willingness to fight for the contest.
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