DESERTED CASTLE

Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

 

 

A castle where spirits walk

Darkness hides in corners

Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls

Old fragrances float in the air

Shadows follow without footsteps

And sighs fill the empty spaces

ONLY A DREAM

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The green waves grow in force.
Digging in to the shore.
Wolf rides in on a horse.
Leaving me wanting more.
I open my eyes.
I’m in my own bed.
I can hear soft sighs.
From inside my head.
‘Only a dream,’ I say.
Wolf will...

 

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The green waves grow in force.

Digging in to the shore.

Wolf rides in on a horse.

Leaving me wanting more.

 

I open my eyes.

I’m in my own bed.

I can hear soft sighs.

From inside my head.

 

‘Only a dream,’ I say.

Wolf will make us all pay.

He’ll come for me today.

On this dark and cold day.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

 

How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

 

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

 

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

 

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.

 

THE BRIDGE SIGHS

 

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“  Bridge of Sigh  by Tusharadri Mukherjee
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The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and...

 

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Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge

flows smooth and clear.

The town is quiet.

The people are happy.

It is time for bed,

Where dreams will be happy ones.

The bridge gives a soft sigh

Of relief and happiness

Before it settles down for the night.

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WHISPERS

 

 

Should I stay?

Or should I go?

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I will walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

So does the next.

The sides unravel.

It hangs by strings.

I can’t go back.

Or forward.

Time stands still.

Then I’m falling.

Water so cold.

Hits my face hard.

Silence takes it turn.

Water covers the rest.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LISTEN

detestably:</p> <p>A beautiful castle.<br /> It stands alone and deserted.<br /> What stories could it reveal to us?<br /> How many lives have passed through<br /> its majestic halls?<br /> Has there been dancing in its rooms?<br /> Or have sadness and death pervaded<br /> its stone walls?<br /> Go inside and listen to its story.<br /> Listen to the sighs and whispers,<br /> emanating from its dark rooms.<br /> What do you hear?<br /> I can hear both sadness and joy<br /> mixed together in its soft sighs.<br /> All you have to do is listen.</p> <p>

detestably:

A beautiful castle.

It stands alone and deserted.

What stories could it reveal to us?

How many lives have passed through

its majestic halls?

Has there been dancing in its rooms?

Or have sadness and death pervaded

its stone walls?

Go inside and listen to its story.

Listen to the sighs and whispers,

emanating from its dark rooms.

What do you hear?

I can hear both sadness and joy

mixed together in its soft sighs.

All you have to do is listen.