That Place

That terrace,
from my house, was visible.

It was only a stone's throw away;
witnesses are those miserable pebbles,

whom I had launched with full strength and vigor

those were not stones, but jewels
vaguely remembered, like first crush in schools

Some of those gems are still in flight,
above that terrace, where we played day and night.


That terrace which has a rusty door
is now a portal to times before
Will there be Holi colors still on that wood?
Or that chalk dust from childhood?


Our Antakshari songs still echoing
in those walls, now decaying

Is someone still waiting
in that narrow staircase?
with ink scribbled on paper,
but message written on her face


That discarded ring, would yet be hidden
in that out-of-bound corner, still forbidden


I can't reach that terrace now,
some strangers now go and lock it.
But it doesn't appear far to me, when
I find some pebbles in my pocket.

© Ankush Agarwal
02-Apr-2020
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Published on April 04, 2020 19:30 Tags: napowrimo, place, poem-challenge
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