Door...

An attempt to explore the insight emotions related to the door

Dusty, rusty, weathered, old,
Dull, weak and having many holes,
Tempered wood, weakened from core,
And I am watching- an old wooden door.
When I was a kid, this door was bitter enemy to me,
It used to hinder my liberty, my freedom,
I stared at him with feelings of animosity and irritation,
& door remained aplomb, stolid, free from any excitation.
One day I realized I can open the door,
All needed was a support to lift me,
I used a brick and opened the iron chain,
Yes, indeed the ecstasy was no less than winning a game.
I grew more, now could open it with ease,
With pride in eyes, I looked the door,
But with time that animosity was gone,
Instead I felt sorry for door, it was all alone.
I realized that, I lost my enemy,
And now it had no control on me,
But now, I was grown up and could easily understand,
The door wasn't an enemy, in fact a protector and a friend.
I left my home, and went to a different city,
My life floated ahead calmly and smoothly,
I forgot the door and our relation,
And, was busy in solving life’s permutation.
Now again, after so many years, I get a break,
I am an old man, wrinkled skin, white hair,
Thinking of going back to my old home,
Where, in numerous mischief, my childhood has grown.
I reach the home and see that door,
Old like me, weak and dusty,
I open it, with curl on my lips,
Holding a coffee mug, left out for few more sips.
I realize that the door is now my friend,
I use it as support, to cross the room,
It is a dear one, my childhood mate,
Sitting on a chair, I use to talk to that gate.
Now also that door is helping me a lot,
It shuts off cold winter breezes, stands firm in the way,
By seeing charcoal lines on it, I remind that golden times,
When the door was the notebook for my nursery rhymes.
I am alone in the house, and watching the door,
It seems the door is also happy to see me back,
I sit on the ground, close my eyes, using the door as a support,
Feeling like sitting with a friend in a resort.

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I love it was like a story.


BRAVO nice work!!

Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece.


I loved these stanza's lines here.

Holding a coffee mug, left out for few more sips.
I realize that the door is now my friend,
I use it as support, to cross the room,
It is a dear one, my childhood mate,
Sitting on a chair, I use to talk to that gate.
Now also that door is helping me a lot,
It shuts off cold winter breezes, stands firm in the way,
By seeing charcoal lines on it, I remind that golden times,
When the door was the notebook for my nursery rhymes.
I am alone in the house, and watching the door,
It seems the door is also happy to see me back,
I sit on the ground, close my eyes, using the door as a support,
Feeling like sitting with a friend in a resort.




Blessings. kindred poet

[The Quill]

Thank you ma'am :)

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're very welcome Sir. it's my pleasure. blessings. kindred poet

[michele vera]

Excellent Poem, as always...I am in a very similar situation. i really was totally able to relate to this...I loved it much.....

[priya]

No doubt you write beautifully, but what is more marvellous is that you have a superb command over the language and have a powerful vocablury. Keep it up. God bless you. :)

[The Quill]

thanks for d review :)

[priya]

my pleasure. :)

[An owl on the moon]

A brilliant journal over time.. a journey of discovery.. a world that rose within you and colored the rest of your days... Beautiful and bittersweet...

[The Quill]

thank u sir :)

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful insight on the door concept. You have captured it from all angles...:0...................

[The Quill]

thank u sir :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................

[deepika]

Wow... Nice work... The last line is superb.

[The Quill]

thank you ma'am for your kind review :)

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I love how your poems read like stories and gives us a complete new perspective on even the most common of things. Great write.

[The Quill]

Thanks for reviewing :)

[Matching Socks]

Bravo! :) a fine read.
Always a pleasure.

[The Quill]

Thank you ma'am :)

[Rachelle]

A wonderful tale! Creative use of a mundane thing!

[The Quill]

Thanks a lot for ur kind words :)

[Shayna-Anne Gerhardt]

Wow this was amazing! I love the way you write! I love how it ends up :)

[The Quill]

Thank you so much ma'am for the review :) m glad