Non-Shapes Of Yore Poem by abhilash fraizer

Non-Shapes Of Yore



My forlorn yesterdays
Came along with your shadows;
Shapeless memories
Danced on the canvas of my mind,
Taking a thousand shapes.
Each shape knocking on my door
To quiz: do you know me?
Every shape and non-shape
Had a story hoarded within!
Some tickled me, some scared me,
And some brought me to tears;
Tales of battles won and lost!
My forlorn yesterdays
Came along with your shadows,
When you walked in
From a distant, distant past...
The red walls, the green rain,
And the grey, dreary classrooms!
The rollicking waters, the fidgeting boat,
And the never-ending pranks…
The tale of an ethereal singer,
Inciting our dreams go wild…
The poignant granddad,
Weeping over his pet,
Spilling a sea that slept within…!
A thousand shapes and non-shapes
Spilled over my memory,
Flowed down the canvas
Creating new shapes and non-shapes…

My forlorn yesterdays
Came along with your shadows,
When you walked in
From a distant, distant past...

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