Sometimes
Open the book
Long forgotten
Some old book
Resting in the shelf
Beneath a pile
Of pain, dreams and longings
Open it
Dust it off
Run your finger over it
Smell it
Inhale the mouldy air
Of the time
That has passed
Since you last opened it
Open it
Feel it resurrecting
Beneath your finger
Open it
If you know what it is
To be alone.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
part 4 And the closing lines: : : If you know what it is : : To be alone.: : These words give the poem a totally different meaning to the entire poem. to the concept of Loneness! It takes the poem much beyond the simple image of a book, albeit well-read! Loneness is where, your past resurrects itself, hauntingly, may be sweetening your present.. Great.. Very Nostalgic...A mighty 100++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Part 3 And your poem haunts one. Especially the lines: : : Smell it : : Inhale the mouldy air : : Of the time : : That has passed : : Since you last opened it: : And, : : Feel it resurrecting : : Beneath your finger: : Wow! ! Yes, this is how you feel! ! ! , But, only Nosheen can express this feeling so clearly, vividly and with such brevity..
Part 2 You remember some quote from the book, look for it in the book, fall in love with the book once again. You start reading it from the beginning... enjoy every word.. Your mind recreating the past when you read it first or last.. (it is the choice of the mind; you do not know what and why..)
Hi Nosheen, Wonderful poem. Books are man's best friend (of course, woman's too!) . It happens with me often: In the middle of a sleepless night, I go to my bookshelf and pick up a book, the first book my finger says yes! Look at the book, its name, author.... You are transported back to the time you read it last... (Contd..)
throwing pebbles, counting stars, searching absence, living in the past... very nice poem
When my grandmother was old and suffering from dementia, she did just what you described....the experience brought back a world to her. There is something so very comforting about holding a book in the hands, the feel and scent of it...the memory of the good time you had with it. Open it. Wonderful Nosheen! :)
Very moving work, Nosheen. This reminds me that sometimes it is constructive to revisit a painful past. Without doing so, moving into the future may be complicated, perhaps impossible. This one goes to my favourites list.
The old book can revive a lot of memories and those memories will be a sweet company in the hours of loneliness! Never stash that book away in a discarded pile! Though sad in tone, this is a great write, Nosheen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Part 5 And on to MYPOEMLIST... Thank you Nosheen...