THE GRAND OLD MANOR



The Grand old greyish Manor,
Where an eerie silence prevails, no noise no clamour,
Always keeps inviting me inside,
As if a part of me within it hides.


I can feel a huge glittering chandelier
With lights that glimmer
Glowing at times, at times blear,
Creating a luminous sphere.


Can count in my mind the number of rooms inside,
With powder rooms beside,
I get fixed near the gates, in surprise,
Why does the Manor always catch my eyes?


When the breeze caresses my skin, I feel the touch of him,
Is it my fancy, my whim!
I always feel someone calling
Me; everything about this place is so enthralling.


The shady dark trees,
The silent but cold breeze,
The cobbled pathway leading to the door,
The shadows cast, all wanting to say so much more.


Did this place ever belong to me?
Did I roam about here free?
Or is it where my knight resided,
Giving me his love and attention undivided!


Every time I come across,
I feel a strange sense of loss,
And anxiety to meet someone
May be my own loved one.

Will someone ever guide me inside,
To see what part of me resides
There, to finally feel at home 
In total freedom explore and roam.


Alas! I guess it is an abandoned one,
Like me waiting till it is finally done,
We both are so alike,
Waiting, wondering, in love with each other, belike.

©Madhumita