This is the first poem I ever wrote and it was during a test!

The Lost Memory


I could not breathe..
The curving staircases never looked so daunting.

Half a climb and the rest lay there taunting,
Endless, listless...
Flickering darkness , drip drip water
Haunting me still.

Touch of the walls and eroded skin hung onto my fingers.
This was once my house, a house where I built myself up.
What is it now? Just a rumble of concrete?

Thoughts alighted my mind
a deep-seethed nostalgia,
how far is it now?
I looked at the staircase again,
how often I used to climb it and..
Oh! So easily. But now........a nostalgic entity.

The musty damp smell felt like a stranger
Even the air was different now, a new air mingled with new era and a new time.
A search -- Where do I find my piece of memory among those ruined structures?
Oh! But look what I found.
A small broken toy lay on my path.
My senses cuddled it and revived its lost memory
At last, an evidence of my existence
Here!