An old forgotten
room, locked and latched for years innumerable,
Suddenly entices its
owner…
Driven by its
mystique, the antiquated lock is brutally torn down,
The portals are
lobbed open and here’s the threshold to a new universe…
The room, nothing
like its polished and well kept exteriors, radiates gloom,
Forgotten and
forsaken for years, filled with layers and layers of odious grime;
Moved, the owner
dusts down every last speck of dross,
Every specters of the
elongated estrangement is evicted;
New fixtures, prized artifacts,
priceless china now fill this exceptionally airy room
Endeared beyond every
other place ever, the room now holds the life of the house;
Autumn turns, turns
off winter, spring brings fragrance of the rarest blossoms;
Summer comes and
rushes off and at last, monsoon stops by…
Torrential rain pours
in, all wrecking storms rip everything apart!
Fixtures run down, artifacts
soil and china shatter to dust at large;
The now left room is
a place of utter havoc, ultimate chaos…
At last the
importance of the now discarded lock seeps in,
Understanding looms
of the shattered wards…
Soon, new locks are
searched out, new warding enforced,
The room returns to
its previous gloom, yet again with broken relics…
Chipped pieces of misplaced
grace the only friends in its eternal wake…
Forgotten…forsaken…again….
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