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All That Remains Is A Mere House

Tufts of dust 

Caper about my mosaic glass.

Blotches of ferric rust 

Offer me an unceremonious welcome at last.


Things I'd once befriended

Seem distant and cold.

Deaf ears to the chime of my footsteps

Tell me they've forgotten their companion of old.


I wonder when those mellifluous repartees

Turned into hollow echoes,

And the blithe breeze 

Into a stifling coat.


Not an iota of joy they spark,

The ones frequented floors.

The fitments begotten from ebony barks 

Barely feel home.


I'm an alien in my own place;

A deadweight in my own space;

A pesky visitor;

Perhaps even a traitor.


Where did my home go?

Where can I ascertain its whereabouts?

Where can I scour for the same comfort? I want to know,

For all that remains is a mere house.





◄ A Lullaby of Loss

The Aftermath ►


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Shifa Maqba

Fri 31st Jul 2020 05:46

Thank you, Nicola, for your constant encouragement!

Nicola Beckett

Fri 31st Jul 2020 05:44

Love this x

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Shifa Maqba

Thu 30th Jul 2020 20:06

Truer words have never been spoken. We are all made of dreams bound to dissolve someday. Any worldly house/home is nothing but a temporary abode.

Thank you for sharing this, John!

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John Marks

Wed 29th Jul 2020 21:28

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest, William Shakespeare, Act -IV, Scene -I

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 26th Jul 2020 03:08

Abdul and Leon, it's always a delight to have you stop by and leave such generous remarks. Thank you, both of you, for your eternal support! Your encouraging words facilitate me to improve my work everyday. Couldn't be more grateful.

Thank you, Po, Jordyn Stephen and Vautaw, for leaving a rose each. Your encouragement is appreciated as always.

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Sat 25th Jul 2020 21:40

A home is where the heart is Shifa but it has to made with the heart.

Another stunning piece of work-thank you!


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Abdul Ahmad

Sat 25th Jul 2020 21:07

Shifa the mere house now may have been a cherished home. Appearance aside it still contains all kinds of memories that either bring joy or despair.

The despair is vividly captured in this very well written poem.

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