Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Memories~



GHOSTS
Flames flickered in the fireplace,
As memories on the hearth of life;
Two shadows we, watching, brooding,
To catch our reflection
In a non-existent stream.

The ghost-witness of it all,
The clock brings its proofs;
Moments melt into moments,
Like notes of sad music,
Like a white cerement

Cold memories shroud our life;
Speech flees before this;
Faces turn away from each other;
The fire throws light on them;
There, too flames burn and flicker.

By DHAN GOPAL MUKERJI

11 comments:

  1. love the photo of the fireplace
    and the poem it is so heartfelt

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  2. Very touching. What a great photo!

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  3. fabulous pics...beautiful blog :)

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  4. Great Picture, nice blog. I'll be back. Thanks for posting.

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  5. That is not only a great photo but it's just a great subject.

    You rock.

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  6. so very touching ... moving ... thank you ... xox

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  7. Nice and sympathy producing nostaliga all at once and the same time.

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  8. I love it! The photo goes so well with it.

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  9. Oh Angela: How beautiful, the poem and the photo...It's been crazy trying to find a place I could get on line...finally tonight I was able to for a short while.
    The vacation is going wonderful, the lake gorgeous and the grandkids a blast!

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  10. Sepia adds such detail and depth to this photo!

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  11. When I see old fireplaces out alone like this, I think about the house that once stood there and the people who used to warm themselves and maybe even cook there.

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