Metaphor

I live in a quaint cottage

A few years old

A little abode that overlooked 

The river!

Oh the river - the perennial, fresh water river

Wearing a rainbow bridge for a crown

Dancing along paddy fields 

By the poetic town.

The cottage has a lounge

Opening its arms

Inviting, trusting, cozy and warm

And the assortment of  emotions that walk in

Some settling in a snug spot

Some lingering around before they talk!

Souvenirs punctuate the space

Celebrations of the gone

Memories that etch a smile, scrape a wound

Decor of triumphs and joys

Knick knacks of griefs and toils

Pain lingering like the faint smoke of  incense

Mourning the existing that refuse to step in

Aches that glow like candles

Feigning light while hiding plight.

I live in a quaint little cottage

A few decades old 

It's tucked in the valley

By the Ocean.

The vast, magnificent ocean

Named after calm and peace

I look at its ebb and flow

From the cottage I lease.

Several Septembers

Spent across the orb

Memories that cue a smile, inspire a sob.

One day, this cottage would cease to dwell

So I better live, I better let go!

As I would wake up and pack the bags

Never to walk this way

By this bank or this shore

Never to come back to walk into another door.