The Cave of Wonders

By Akash.K

Attic-a place more serene than green,

Which contains every little bean, 

Of the Live, Of the Past with things seen and unseen;

Even a small beam of light which passed through, 

Had myriad stories with it to brew;

Those aren’t dusts which are spread;

For they were once the touches of our ancestors that we once loved and bred;

It’s aromatic odour makes us travel through time, 

Through the nostalgic brown, warm embraced days, like a mime; 

Why do we need cassettes and tapes near?

When these webs here-display the lives vivid and sheer;

Just as I unfold the clothes and stretch,

The ones wore them resurrect and vanish like a glitch;

I hear the lingering echoes of my grannies afar,

Those kind of calls which makes us to go for;

Watching and gliding through those tiny presents and albums,

 Makes us yearn to relive those days just for those tender hugs;

 Those Polaroids show us smiles which has vanished long back; 

Those are now preserved through those long, rusty racks;

It's a mystery how these attics effortlessly succeeds it’s mission;

By making us live the lives of those days vivid through it's vision;

 The otherworldly yet calm place to wander;

Which always makes me wonder,

That this attic’s not just a room-but a cave of wonders!...

By Akash.K