Long back, I could have never talked.
Barely gotten a word in, perhaps.
Two little girls, squabbling and yelling.
What a ruckus they made – but I listened.
I didn’t have much choice, eh?
.
Sisters in crime, backing each other up.
Building fairy tales out of barbie sets
And teaching fuzzy koalas to race cars.
Sharing secrets and sneaking snacks.
What a lovely din on a lucid day!
.
I could still sing though…
A lullaby as they smiled in their dreams.
Mussed-up hair and hands clasped tight.
Warm in the comfort of my arms,
United in bonds of sisterhood.
.
I wish I had spoken as they grew.
Asked them to cherish the past.
School and studies, alarms at ghastly hours.
Secrets turned to worries. Snacks turned to diets.
Adulthood dawning upon them.
.
I can talk all I want now, but…
There is no one to listen, no one to talk to.
My arms have been empty far too long.
I only hope they remember me at times,
As they talk within walls far beyond.
My room. I miss my room! And I miss it more remembering the times I spent with my sister. Wrote this as an impulsive response on behalf of my room’s walls to the prompt at dVerse Poetics – “If walls could talk…”
I know how it feels to miss them . a sudden silence make u remember them more.. But soon u gonna meet them again ..
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Very soon 🙂
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What lovely memories! Yes it is sad to miss them but one day you will all betogethrr again and who knows? Teaching fuzzy koals to again race cars.
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Great thought. I was imagining your mom saying this…but then surroundings have emotions too i would believe!
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I think those walls form such a safe zone in my head, it was easy to personalize them 🙂 Thanks Alok
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I think these walls are a bit lonely, but full of good memories. 🙂
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I understand what you mean. Things we don’t have anymore get so much more meaningful. Don’t be sad. The memory is yours forever!
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Thank you Erika, I hope I get to make just a few more memories with these walls.
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💖💖
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Lovely–A moving remembrance.
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Thank you, Tonya
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😊
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I feel this for my sister who went to the far beyond many years ago and for yours. It’s good to remember them, even when it’s sad.
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It’s a mix of sad yet happy – makes me feel glad to have those memories to hold on to.
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This is a very poignant conversation with self.
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I moved around a lot as a kid, had dozens of rooms to grow up in, but in a way, my creativity was nourished & replenished many many times, & I Ieft aura & scrawls for others to enjoy or puzzle over. I dig those of you who had one staging area for maturation though.
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Simply beautiful
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Very emotive writing. I felt each word.
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Thank you so much,
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No problem! 🙂
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To have a sister to miss is a special gift!
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Hi Prajakta.. first of all
i Love impulsive poetry
that has a voice from within
of itS own.. and the memories
of liFe often do live on in the Environments
that hold love.. even.. yes.. in the walls that
no longer speak.. Nostalgia is an EmoTioN
unto itself bitter sweet.. and what
makes
life
what
makes life
more than walls.. my
FriEnd.. Keep SinGinG hEArt..:)
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Aww. So full of emotions… Nostalgia. *sigh*
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Aww, I have a sister too and she’s my world. I feel for you and I can imagine how it must be. This is such a lovely poem. All those memories and times you’ve spent together makes it doubly special 🙂
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Thank you so much! Having a sister is the best feeling in the whole world 🙂
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Definitely 🙂
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I love these caring walls, and how the sister play… how they dream, but also the loneliness… not anything quite as empty as an abandoned nursery… Nice to see you back at dVerse.
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Thank you Bjorn. I was always a silent stalker on dVerse… Trying to worm my way back into writing in regularly 🙂
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Awww.. this one brought tears to my eyes.. so beautiful! ❤️
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How very deep. Love it. I hope you are okay. Will you see your sister again?
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I will be seeing her in December ❤ Cannot wait!
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Awesome 🙂
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Brings back lovely memories… I miss those walls too and wonder if they miss me.
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Never thought of walls as suffering empty nest syndrome
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A nice gentle look back in time and a caution to hold on to our cherished memories that we sometimes leave behind.
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the nostalgia is vividly painted. 🙂 nice one!
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Thank you 🙂
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you’re welcome! ❤
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I could so relate to this. I miss my childhood days sharing secrets with my sister…our little room… !
Now she lives in another city but whenever we meet, we talk and talk and talk…
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Time stalls when we meet them ❤ So glad you could relate, Mani!
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the good old days………we just can’t stop reminiscing……..
beautiful poem!!! 🙂 🙂
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Love the story and journey through the years ~ If only we can remember those earlier and fun days before the walls close up and put the distance ~ Good one ~
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Thanks a lot, Grace!
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Beautiful. I feel this was one of those writings that have come so effortlessly to you (or at least it feels so as I read them) 🙂 Nice one Prajakta.
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Thanks a lot 😀 Some emotions do come easily with words!
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The sense of loneliness depicted beautifully in this amazing work of yours… well done.. 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Ashish.
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This is so beautiful. Enveloped in nostalgia. And tumbling down memory lane.
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Thank you!
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