Old Pair Of Socks

Old Pair Of Socks short poem

That old pair of socks,

lying in the drawer,

Reminds me of mom, winters and

A long lost lover…

Those fresh white textures

Look worn out and grey

And yet there’s so much

they’re waiting to say…

I touch them often and keep them back,

I hide them at times or shove them in a stack,

Yet they find their way and stare at me

With those eyes of Mumma,

Or is it He?

Today they’ve managed to crawl

Under my bed

And I’ve promised to listen their stories

forgotten and Unsaid…

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
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Jayshree Murali
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Chandrama – i loved the old pair of socks and old lovers… one can never throw them off.. some kind of security blanket.. like Charilie Brown… Peanuts…:)

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