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the swing of memories

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the swing of memories

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an old swing that once seated life now lays abandoned, encompassed within the 
confinement of wild,unkept backyard the old man is left with. for a person, who has 
been through every flavour of life, using this swing is a respite- a getaway from his 
aloofness. And, more than that

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There's a swing in the backyard, that lies unkept, hidden

that breathes through its cracks, yet remains dust laden

it glides through the wild growths, the over-grown weeds, a cluster follow it the wooden swing leads

it touches the farthest twig of the tree..that extends to the starry sky

leaping over the patches of green..witnessing the silence cry

at night, the swing comes to life, when it occupies a lonesome soul.

miles and high, it takes him along...and then, the memories unfold!

the crimson memories flare up, come to life.

and he's now amidst his childhood, its little games..and little lies

but soon the mortal cloud of his memories break, and it begins to rain

his watering-nostalgic eyes get so over-drenched ..that it seems hard to bear the 

another push, and the swing glides yet again.

and now he(the person) is pushed back to the time..when he was slender, young 
and sane.

those perfect strong shoulders, and a grit that cuts through steel

soak him up in pride, as so empowered he feels.

and then, again..the swing ceases to glide..

his memories begin to fade on the sand, a relentless ocean tide.

he catches his breath, as he prepares for one last ride

he thrusts his feet onto the grassy patch, and there he goes again...he watches the 
swing taking him, rise.

but this time, he laments the losses he has had, the times that could've been better

the midnight moon penetrates through leaves, and on his swing it seems to scatter

comes to a halt, eventually..his swing. his memories have made him hollow

yet, another night...he'll kill his sleep, riding on the swing..shall rather watch the 
fireflies follow.

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  1. Date: 7/11/2011 6:23:00 PM
    Lovely expressions with nice images, prasant

  1. Date: 7/10/2011 2:04:00 PM
    Welcome to Poetry Soup... enjoy the site with its many features as u continue to share creative poetry with luv.. as this gem.. excellent piece..

  1. Date: 7/10/2011 8:30:00 AM
    A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Prashant. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

  1. Date: 7/10/2011 2:57:00 AM
    it's almost a story in the poetic format. nice one proud to have this poem by someone from my own nation. Thanks....