Remnants

There used to be a home here
hidden inside the woods
the corners were sparkling
the cups were always warm.
 

Lighted after dusk
the walls stood like rock
A burst of laughter occasionally
muft beats strewn across.
 

Too beautiful to hold its grace,
cruelty of admiration touched upon
what seemed robust yesterday
today stands here a torn.
 

The world slept unaware
not knowing what could have gone so wrong
when did the winter strike so hard
how all the songs were gone?
 

The unfinished conversations are still hanging
Smiling portraits are covered in dust
The hush is louder than the memories
Unrequited prayers scattered in rust
 

The birds don’t chirp.
The days don’t rush.
The clouds have left.
The sun has set.
 

I stood there in silence
when the last leaf had swayed.
I witnessed the sight in despair
when the last goodbyes were said.
 
  
Charu