#locksmith
Holder of all keys
Of every soul you meet
you bear in your talk,
the most sweet, agile dance
Glance-stealer,
Maker of tears,
Locksmith of hearts
You never knock on doors
Because they know..
As I know now
they shouldn’t let you in,
But show you the way out
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
I locked myself in
this doorless tower I built;
but you bragged that
you are a pious locksmith,
and the curious me
wanted to see you try
you wanted to play
knight in shining armour
but alas,
I was the princess
you did not save
forever trapped
in this sealed tower,
when will I truly be free;
for today I learned,
even the experienced you
do not have the key
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
what you felt as i walked out
the door.
were you hoping i'd come back?
did you doubt our love?
or did it ever cross your mind to run after me?
i won't pretend to have no fault,
i was scared that we were too young to make this love last.
so by the time i had made up my mind,
i guess you had too,
my key no longer opened your door.
{d.f. | 01/23/18}
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
my heart.
feels weighed down.
it has been carved out
the moment I feel safe.
you leave me
with the key I presumed
you would handle with care
the locksmith closed down.
luckily, I had a couple of spares
but, they are hidden away,
I thought I hid them well,
I spared them for safety.
I knew that they could not be copied,
they couldn't be recklessly handed out,
I'd done that too much,
had so much stolen from me overnight.
I don't think my life would bear another break in
I have one left and I've hidden it so well,
I don't even know where it is anymore.
Which I think in the end might be a good thing.
The person who claims that key will naturally know how to obtain it, even if I don't.
Considering they are the only one with the last copy.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
At the old market place, there is a locksmith
The slipshod ancient road leads to his shop
In the business of repairing locks and making keys
For almost half a century, a dedicated soul
Right from a tender age he picked up the skills
Accompanying his father, to learn the tricks of the trade
Slowly he became adept at repairing the locks
Like a wizard, replicating the keys, for those have lost it
His name spread quite afar, for people sought his help
In times of trouble, as they were locked out of homes and shops
He knew the heart of each and every lock
Reviving at the touch of his dexterous hands
As if he used to command the locks to open at his will
Like a ring master at the circus
Each and every key combination were memorized by him
Recalling them like a mathematical genius
With the permutation and combinations, he found the magic numbers
He wielded the keys like the archer’s precision
Always hitting the bulls-eye
He knew each and every house in the town
For, over the years, everyone had come to him for help
He was the only one who knew the key to open any lock
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC