Handbag

Posted under Life, Spiritual Poetry by sreemanti

I left my handbag
back in the house of memories

I had to walk on
without tripping
roses on their thorns

My only leather bag
of secretive loves
of stifled tears
and muffled laughter

I had unlocked its hook
for some time now
I had let the fairy tales float
into the golden skies

My 4th lane house
my house of memories
with yellowed tired walls
with squabbles of hand and feet

with forbidden moments buried
with skeletons crying mercy
with evil prowling unawares

I forgot my bag
my dear fearless friend
through the wear and tear of rains
of summers, springs and stains

I left it beneath the lampshade
under the light of virgin glare
a halo forming monstrous
and the shadows lurking fair

I will go
and wait to come
till the wait endures me

till then
the yellowed house
on the 4th lane
under blue lamp shade
lies a bag
of the fortunate few
who wish to forget
and diseased to remember.

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