Wednesday, April 18, 2012

My Home


Collecting pebbles from the forsaken shores,
of so many stories left untold,

to where I built my house of stone,
a humble place to call my own,

by some twist of fate or enchanted lure,
you found its inconspicuous door,

and walked in, forever to change,
this inscrutable fort into a home,

let the windows breathe life in,
intoxicated the air with the aroma of your skin,

lined each wall with an unforgettable memory,
Oh! what poisonous alchemy,

silence found a voice in its corridors,
the light surged in and cured my soul,

somewhere in its heart, you planted the seed,
of a love that fulfilled my greed,

in the comfort of your embrace it slowly grew,
into something that neither really knew,

but like all good things that come undone,
the battles were lost that should have been won,

and the shadows slowly crept back in,
all that was noble was now a sin,

now the house sits lonely, empty inside,
the stones echo, a laughter that's died,

but the will to strive is still alive,
nurtured by the life you left behind,

what was once a thing of beauty, now can't be seen,
but I hold it close, like you once held me,

I know your spirit will return in time,
for I can't lose, what's already mine,

I come back to these desolate shambles still,
the house holds a part of me within,

It's the one place I don't feel alone,
It's the only place I call my home.

Image courtesy - PhotoGraphik

6 comments:

Ajanta said...

Speechless :)

IMROZ NAQVI said...

@Ajanta: Thanks a ton!

Siba Panda said...

Marvelous bro!!!

IMROZ NAQVI said...

Thank you Siba :)

littleyana said...

I love the poem. I feel the emotion coming from it. Nice visiting your blog!

IMROZ NAQVI said...

@littleyana: Thank you for the encouragement, please keep reading :)