The Old House Behind Your Mansion

The Old House Behind Your Mansion

A Poem by Mehak Mushtaq
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'cause there's no redemption where I've come from

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The  old house behind your mansion -
a church for your redemption.
I still pass by that place,
memories of your past.
You've always been a sinner.
You borrowed your aura
from the devil himself.
The floor of your soul
still blood stained.
Why kill your God?
Why? When he placed redemption
right in your neighborhood.
In the old house behind your mansion.
I still pass by that place,
You mansion still smells of blood.
The mirror still holds the reflection
of the dark in your eyes.
The leaves still shiver
when they say your name.
Why be the cold?
Why? When summer bore you.
You were born,
not in the mansion
but in the old house
where you ought to return.
To seek redemption,
to collect your ashes
and sink them in your soul.


-8th November, 2013
6:36 p.m


© 2013 Mehak Mushtaq



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Nice write! I enjoyed reading it!

-CW

Posted 3 Years Ago


I think your idea is good but you've not got in perfect, I think you need a little work.... I get it a little but think you could improve. Nice one though.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Nice write, the central image confuses me a bit with an old house behind a mansion, maybe this idea needs some work, a good write.

Posted 3 Years Ago


i can feel the cold agony coming out of every word.its deep.tyranny is always blind to redemption.that's how it has always been.lovely write:-)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Mehak Mushtaq
Mehak Mushtaq

Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India



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Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..

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