Friday, 13 February 2015

Melancholy of a table

It lies alone in the space.

A rust is formed on it with accumulated dust over the years.

Screws loosened, legs broken, it travelled with time without any emotion.

Scratches formed on its body due to mishandling and rapid movements.

The design at the edges is blurred by the umpteenth touches of the human hand.

A doodled formed somewhere, a creature created on the other
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 The journey of the table is unending and filled with distraught.


 Sometimes decorated with stains and sometimes with the bang of an angry hand, it patiently listens to the mood and sacrifices to any human thought. 

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