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:
"portray a history
unknown, hidden,
forgotten."...lovely and true about bricks...Nice
Beautiful poem. I love how you made a profound piece out of something as simple as a brick :)
Nice poem...unusual.
Enjoyed reading it.
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.
Thanks Beyni. The prompt was such. And writing about this theme was a challenge.
Thanks Shernaz. Nice you liked it. Had no way out but put on the poet's goggles on and find verse in bricks....
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.
love the flow.
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Bricks lie ignored like unsatisfied desire left to rot..
How true...!
Thanks Helena. Great you liked the verse.
Thanks dear Geeta. That's quite flattering...
I love old bricks ... interesting history if they could speak!!
Yeah, truly. What history, what stories they would have to tell to us. Just imagine!
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