From the torn pages of past

I was trying to relive the moments from my past when all of a sudden this particular thought which I have been eluding for so long knocked at the door of my mind. Ever since I started writing poems, I have been thinking of writing one on this incident... but somehow each time I felt I couldn't outline it the way I wanted to. I don't know if I could do it this time or not but this time, I decided to publish it.

May be the loooooooooooooong poem seem too boooooooooring. But you can give it a try, it is a true incident with not a single word of imagination or exaggeration.


Lost Thoughts

As a child, in my heart
A thought once appeared
The thought was precious to me
I held the thought dear
I waited so that I could
To all, make it known
That I wished to have
Have a rabbit of my own
I tended the thought with care
Each moment as I grew
And one day, that thought
Did actually come true
And on the morning of my
Special twelfth birthday
As a gift, to my home
A rabbit came to stay
Its nose was pink in colour
And eyes were burning bright
It was a bundle of soft fur
All coloured in pure white
I called it 'Honey', a sweet name
For the sweetest gift for me
Then I took it all around
For everyone to see
Honey was shy, silent too
And remained mostly hidden
The dark space beneath the cot
Was its favourite den
I brought it tender leaves to eat
And carrots for it to chew
Sometimes it just ran away
When I appeared to it as new
In few days, as time passed
It started to recognize me
It licked my hands when I came
Never again did it flee
It left its den to move around
All day it would just roam
And we found marks of its feet
Everywhere in our home
We brought a little wooden box
Where it could be then kept
With enough space where it jumped
And a couch where it slept
We took it to garden in the evening
And left it in the green
It nibbled the leaves near the ground
And ate the flowers clean
As it grew, it could not stay
Confined in the garden alone
One day it crossed the garden gate
To run among the stones
I was all too shaken
And trembled with fear
At the thought that someday
Honey could disappear
I brought it back to my home
And this time took special care
That wherever it ever went
I could always be near
Then one day I had to leave it
For quite a few days
As I was forced to go away
To some friend's place
I was assured that Honey would be
Specially taken care of
And even though I believed
My tears, I could not stop
Then when finally I returned
I found my house strange
There was silence everywhere
There was a curious change
I could not see Honey
Nowhere it was found
I searched the whole house
And the garden all around
The flowers were all blooming
The leaves were all fine
Honey had not touched them
Since long past time
The wooden box was empty
The couch was not slept on
And then I understood
Why my house was forlorn
I was taken inside softly
The truth was told to me
That the death of my Honey
Was an unknown mystery
I was told that it was fine
For two days after I was gone
And then on the 3rd morning
It was turned to lifeless stone
I heard it all silently
But did not shed a tear
And for days when I thought
Not a single drop appeared
Sometimes I went to that garden
Where my dearest Honey played
Now turned into its grave
For, that is were it was laid
Then after few more years
That place was left by me
The garden, the box, my Honey
I was never again to see
When these thoughts knocked my mind
I brushed the thoughts aside
For, I could not yet believe that
My dearest Honey had died
May be today as I wrote
About my Honey dear
I did drop a few of those
Long lost tears.


sometimes I wonder, even after such a long time, why this small (is it??) event that took place for such a small duration, should keep coming back.... it doesn't hurt me or bring me tears but I just ponder over it... just like that.