traces that held on to the emptiness
Around the shower cubicle
a strand of my hair twirled
halting for a second.
Faint shadows from yesterday
looming over the cold barrenness
of the deserted floor.
Desolate sheets clung
to the impressions on the bed
that now comforted none.
Finger prints wrapped themselves
around the favourite mug
I had sipped my thoughts from.
As the familiar notes
I often hummed to
permeate from somewhere out there,
hugging the curtains
that ushered in the expectant breeze
for no one in particular,
yet despondent.
My familiar presence
the rays seek
as they filter their way through
But…I’m gone,
leaving just an ounce of me to linger over,
memories,
Some sweet, some bitter and some sour.
As the noises of yesterday
die into a soft echo.
A soft footstep greets the door
and turns the key to let them in,
memories,
The making of some more.
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Vinodini
Vinodini is a writer, novelist, and design professional. She has worked in the retail sector as a visual merchandiser and a fashion stylist for various well-known brands. She is a published author with an epistolary novel to her credit. She has also contributed various pieces published in anthologies, websites, and a coffee table book. She writes content on a range of topics for various domestic and international brands. This blog is an amalgamation of her thoughts, experiences, and pieces of fiction woven in her mind which find themselves translated into narrations here.
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We keep making memories, the happy and the sad ones, all through our life. No matter how much the old memories hurt or haunt you, you never want to let go of them. The last few lines are beautiful.
Thank you Shilpa. Our lives are composed of memories which end up being our treasure.
What is life but a journey of making memories, both good and bad….Beautiful lines!
Thanks Naba. True that.
Memories in the journey of life as we breath the perfumes that carved joy and define our tomorrow. I can sense the perfume of Mumbai in this lyrical, mad post in full passion. Your choice of language is so beautiful, Vinodini:)
Hey, thanks Vishal! You guessed it right, these words were penned on my journey back from Mumbai. A lot of mixed emotions came through 🙂
You need to undo a lot of things, to make room for new memories.
You're right Soumya. The good ones need to be cherished, and the rest need to make space for more good things to flow in.
You write beautifully.
Thank you Tulika 🙂
The last verse, most beautiful 🙂 The softness of a new memory being made. Enjoyed the poem.
Thanks Vinay. The making of new memories does make it worth all the effort 🙂
Lovely and sublime… loved it.
so real…..lovely
Thanks, Rekha.