there is another big world I keep
in the small space of my room;
my dreams tucked by board pins,
some letters stashed by paper clips,
notes of joy, laughter, little sadness
inside the yellow-turned diary pages,
some secret souvenirs of good time
kept neatly hidden in my wardrobe,
few oblivious scribbles on window pane,
old leaf, dry roses, ink, wall art, gadgets,
glad that I have taken care of them
always, like cherished treasures of mine.
the bright and the dark equally welcome,
wind and whispers settle swiftly in moonlight,
by my bedside, where many stories sit,
which I read or heard many many times.
whistles from some star ruffle my hair,
remind me of the times of love and talks,
I look out of the window, into the open,
where vivid memories glitter in the sky.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 7:31 AM UTC
there is another big world I keep
in the small space of my room;
my dreams tucked by board pins,
some letters stashed by paper clips,
notes of joy, laughter, little sadness
inside the yellow-turned diary pages,
some secret souvenirs of good time
kept neatly hidden in my wardrobe,
few oblivious scribbles on window pane,
old leaf, dry roses, ink, wall art, gadgets,
glad that I have taken care of them
always, like cherished treasures of mine.
the bright and the dark equally welcome,
wind and whispers settle swiftly in moonlight,
by my bedside, where many stories sit,
which I read or heard many many times.
whistles from some star ruffle my hair,
remind me of the times of love and talks,
I look out of the window, into the open,
where vivid memories glitter in the sky.
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