Monday, January 31, 2011

Brick in the Wall

Bricks,
old bricks
tell a tale of time
passed by the ravages of moments
lost to humanity
in the hurried essence of living.

Bricks,
worn out,
discolored
portray a history
unknown, hidden,
forgotten.

Bricks,
on the road,
in streets
bear my ruthless weight
even as I tread on them
crushing a past only they know.

Bricks,
part of life,
of daily existence
and yet,
lie ignored
like unsatisfied desire left to rot.

14 comments:

I write 4 u said...

"portray a history
unknown, hidden,
forgotten."...lovely and true about bricks...Nice

Katherine said...

Beautiful poem. I love how you made a profound piece out of something as simple as a brick :)

Beyniaz said...

Nice poem...unusual.
Enjoyed reading it.

Shernaz Wadia said...

Beautiful poem, Shail. You most certainly have a poet's eyes and heart, to be able to see the exraordinary hidden behind the most mundane.

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Thanks Beyni. The prompt was such. And writing about this theme was a challenge.

Shailraghuvanshi said...

Thanks Shernaz. Nice you liked it. Had no way out but put on the poet's goggles on and find verse in bricks....

Kumarendra Mallick said...

Brick has many connotations, starting from very ancient to present, is a witness to history, to civilisation, to prosperity or lack of it and many more. Nice composition, Shaili.

Jingle said...

love the flow.

Jingle said...

Greetings…

Please help visit a few poets 2 wish them happy birthdays, Thanks!

Your contribution to our community is highly valued!
Keep up the excellence!
Cheers!

Bhargavi said...

Shail,
Bricks lie ignored like unsatisfied desire left to rot..
How true...!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Helena. Great you liked the verse.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks dear Geeta. That's quite flattering...

becca givens said...

I love old bricks ... interesting history if they could speak!!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Yeah, truly. What history, what stories they would have to tell to us. Just imagine!