The lost lock

The lost lock

Searching in the brighter corners
Where nothing was ever lost
I found a key lying amidst rubble
A key that baffled with its silence
Content without the answer of lock
For it never asked the vital question..
Instead of the joy this key brought
The tantalizing thought of the lock
Treasures that were secured in bosom
Suddenly it was not the key I had found
But the lock I had lost somewhere
The possibility of a lost opportunity
Obliterated the joy of a simple kind .
Not all roads lead to somewhere
Like the unsaid word of a poetry
Which gives to each heart it’s key
It brings out the inherent pain
Uncovers the layers of pretence
For the lock was of the mansion
That has now turned into a rubble
Of the woven nest of dreams
Amidst which the key is found.

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