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
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
love the photo of the fireplace
ReplyDeleteand the poem it is so heartfelt
Very touching. What a great photo!
ReplyDeletefabulous pics...beautiful blog :)
ReplyDeleteGreat Picture, nice blog. I'll be back. Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteso very touching ... moving ... thank you ... xox
ReplyDeleteNice and sympathy producing nostaliga all at once and the same time.
ReplyDeleteI love it! The photo goes so well with it.
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeleteThe vacation is going wonderful, the lake gorgeous and the grandkids a blast!
Sepia adds such detail and depth to this photo!
ReplyDeleteWhen 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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