Scrapbook

by Dr. Jaipal Singh



In the recent past In a visit to the home town Nostalgic about the reminiscent past I unearthed a hidden treasure The Scrapbook of an innocent boy An emotional teenage dreamer The book a sole witness, and Old camaraderie of his adolescent past. Some forgotten memories And some forgotten tales Reminding of the yesteryears' events As if it all happened on the day last. The fresh and bright red rose A reminder of an unfinished tale Once so eager to present you But never found an occasion or courage Those not so lucky dried petals Color faded yet lustre remains Even after so many decades The saga and testimony of a love So pure, ethereal and sublime. The faded white envelope You know inscribed what An alibi it was real not fake And a few so nicely done kymographs Of the tender tiny heart, That poor innocent creature Both of us had to share blame And have it in equal halves. Then a few quotes and unquotes Narratives of spoken and unspoken Of those happy and sad moments Of the blooming love And the growing friendship A romance destined to never end During the life and afterward. And how can one forget Lyrics of that serene sweet song Those clustered white flowers Of the unforgettable rajnigandha With the everlasting fragrance White on black remained at best On the page in the last.

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Comments on this Poem

Welcome, Jaipal Ji.

The photo goes well with your beautiful poem :-)

alwaysaparna
15-May-2012 04:15 AM

Thanks, Aparna Ji, I really liked the photograph.

jairathore
15-May-2012 01:45 AM