The Picture on the Wall

The Picture on the Wall

A Poem by Abhishek Izy
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This is a canvas of an empty lost yet beautiful heart

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Those early evening times in the Winters, when the sun tipped through our kitchen windows,
The tiny red embers sizzled in the air when you poked the burning woods in the backyard.
I remember those fluffy rabbit shaped flip flops you would wear and dance around the fire.
And I would smile at you from my chair, sitting close to the flourishing flames of the logs.
You would be little drunk on evening wines, and I would be high on greens I hid in the drawer.

I was barely an adult when I fell in love with you, and you were still a rebel of a teen.
But we grew up together and our love slowly grew as responsible as our flowering ages.
We were so much in love and few winters later,we married up in the hills where we grew.
You told me how much you loved our cottage and the dying sun which colored our dusks.
I never knew a fairy tale, I never knew of a princess and then I met you and forever.

Love was so whimsical and life was so real, yet we knew love wouldn’t forever feed us.
The chocolate factory down the lane where I worked, was maybe a little less to nourish
And the decision you took, I obeyed and moved to the city of million lit electric lights.
I always grew up with bare intelligence but you always sparkled of the academic brilliance.
I knew I would never be able to employ myself in the city of learned and well dressed people.

It didn’t matter you promised me as you got into a beautiful and charming work at some office
I was scared but the wings which fluttered on you, I knew I wouldn't ever weigh it down
I nodded as you embarked into being a man of the house, bringing the food to the table
While I still busied myself in cutting overgrown bushes in the lawn and cooking meals for us
Always hoping that the city doesn’t come in between the strongest love we shared with each other

And then it happened, the deepest leviathan of the sea of my fears broke into the warm surface.
Our little world gets a visitor, your adequately charming young boss from your workplace
Always dressed in what they wear in the cities and he smelt of lavender and costly cologne.
Rest I wish was a different story but what good I held against the better world in your grasp 
It’s weird how definitions of happiness evolves as we grow in our personal lives, I wonder 

Its years now, I still sit beside the burning firewood up in the hills in the cottage backyard
Of course, you aren’t here anymore but the picture of you is still the walls of the living room
I still don’t have lots of money to live by, but the little work at community feeds me well
Last I heard, you moved abroad with your new husband and I’m so happy you now have a baby girl.
I can imagine the little princess slowly growing into a marvel which you have forever been.

I wish I had a tiny cute baby girl too, and I would get her nice chocolates from the factory.
And I could snuggle her up in my lap, beside this wonderful fireplace which we loved so much
And tell her exotic tales about a boy and a girl and how they fell in love for once and forever 
But as of now, I’ll keep myself happy with the lonely cold winter and your picture on the wall. 

© 2019 Abhishek Izy



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Wow. Just, damn. The beginning forshadowed the end but the way that closed I never saw it coming and it wasn't even a bitter end. More, lost in reminiscence, yet the love did not falter and was not lost on the child of another either, which is comforting. The journey the reader witnesses by stepping into your story and experiencing it through a clear window just pulls me in and I can't find myself wanting to pull away.

You are a very powerful messenger in the way you convey your experiences through the short stories of these poems.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Abhishek Izy

1 Month Ago

That was a sweet review, Lavi. Just like you, I pull out pieces of past, maybe fictionalize it and s.. read more
Beautifully poignant ... it pulled me in.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Abhishek Izy

2 Months Ago

Thank you for so much of kindness and sweet review. This makes my day, such a good day :) :)
WOW!! This is so very good, I enjoyed this. Written so well, sweet too

Posted 2 Months Ago


Abhishek Izy

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much Brandie. I'm delighted that you liked it. Makes me happy

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Added on January 9, 2019
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Tags: winter, hills, fireplace, city, love. lost, cold, empty, lonely, nostalgia

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Abhishek Izy
Abhishek Izy

Bengaluru, India



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