Broken Words

Words fall like broken guitar strings

And ruin our silent harmony of letting go.

The playlists remember,

And the songs play memories we chose to forget.

The night the stars healed our wounds,

They wore different colours,

Lighting up pavements and shop windows

Where we saw unfamiliar faces.

Festoons of delight embraced vacant lands,

We ended silently.


And all we’re made of are memories

Binding us to past days,

When we kissed goodbye to roads

That led us from promised faces from yesterdays.

We left some parts in the roadside hotel

Where the dust storms threaten to wipe them away.

Fall came early

To watch memories fall down from days we grew together,

And gathered them with pitchforks.
We see our memories now

As clouds gathered in our skylines,

With promise of snow in winter.

Promised Roses

Roses scatter on dusty roads

Where we’ve left glimpses
Of a past remembered like tail lamps
Glowing, fleeting past, forgotten soon.
The nights now run off into alleys
Where old streetcars sigh in their sleep.
The roses once stared from confined apartments
And we stared at their reflection on glass panes.
Morning will sweep away the roses into gutters,
And they will be dust, dust
Pouring over days we’d promised
To each other.
The clocks tell us of times past,
And the roses show us paths.
We’ve once walked together.

Quote challenge. Day 3

I was nominated by Vinitha for the daily quote challenge. I have shared two of my favourite quotes in the past few days and today is the last one. I had a tough time in trying to figure out what quote to post. But finally I chose this one as it reminds us all of a past forgotten and left alone. And we are nothing without our past..:-)

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“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except the memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.”

-Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

I would like to nominate

  1. Simpledimple
  2. Nikita
  3. Melinda Kuscera

Quote challenge. Day 2

I have been nominated by Vinitha for the daily quote challenge. Please follow her blog
For today’s quote I decided to choose the one speech by Macbeth that defines our modern condition. Mr. Shakespeare understood the existential crisis much before the term was coined..:-) 
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, 

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

-Macbeth. Act V scene 5.
I would like to nominate

  1. haiku tree
  2. what Sandra thinks
  3. Amitav Chowdhury

Quote challenge. Day 1

So I have been nominated by Vinitha for the quote challenge. Please follow her blog
When it comes to quotations which really haunt me, this one is definitely one of them. Every time I see this line from The Great Gatsby I am filled with joy and overwhelmed by it.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

-The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
I nominate 

  1. intrudesite
  2. anna mosca
  3. Alexis Chateau


Love floated in the chiming of fancy bells

We bought when we were birds.
We’ve worn masks bought from antique shops,
All the smiling faces tangled into letters
We wrote on highways at night.
We hid them in dusty closets
Where they crumpled into sand
And blew them over deserts where no one has ever loved.
Rain reaches us through broken windows,
And winds sigh telling us to let it go.

We threw our masks in the river,
Where the pebbles now wear them.
Our bridges burn crimson
And fall when twilight comes
To seek us in our shadows.