Poetry
Lost Space
the benches are empty and broken
hiding out there in the open
reminiscing the bygone days
full of chatter and cheer
Echoes of tears and bottles of beer
branches above look down in pity
witnesses to tales both euphoric and nitty
they shed tears of leaves in pain
Years of lending ears, what did they gain?
As I wandered taking in the sights with a sigh
It seemed to me they were all saying goodbye
I stood still as the place faded into a void
the lost haven of memories shrunk into a polaroid.
The picture above is a part of my college campus which used to be a chilling hub for generations of students. It is right in front of the hostels and on the way to the academic blocks. We all used to relax on these benches and the tiled floors during mornings and midnights alike.
Last December during Christmas break, I went back for some paperwork and walked along the deserted streets of the campus. The whole university is going to get renovated after the pandemic break and this area is going to be completely altered.
The memories came rushing in and I realized that was the last time I was going to see my college as I would remember.
It felt awkward seeing a place that used to bustle with activities 24/7, dead silent. Not being dramatic, but I felt like I lost something in this place that I’ll never get back.
A lost space.
Before you go, please check out this absolute corker of a poem by Barbara Mac. This poem laden with beautiful imagery made me fall in love with the shade of mauve a little bit more.
Love.
