April 20, 2010


Neatly pressed in those pages
Turned golden
Is my red rose
Turned golden
Are the days of yore.

Carrying soft fragrance
Of some old world
Still preserved in those petals.

Takes me to a place
Where winning some silly game
My cheers grow loud
And your eyes gleamed
I didn’t know

A smile collected
On a page
A page etched
Of a rose.

Red.. yellow.. Gold..
My life nothing
But  strokes
Of  few fond colours.


Anirban Chakraborty said...


This is marvellous.

You are my little wonder.

Take care.

prajyot said...

Very nicely posted...great job

Aayushi Mehta said...

Beautifully put. Loved the closing lines.

Thousif Raza said...

absolutely spell binding :)superb tulika... its beautiful :)

take care and keep writing..........

ABHISHEK SiM said...

Wow. I loved the way things moved from gold to red to page to past to one precious smile to back to rose-page.

ANWESA said...

Fond memories revisited. A beautiful moment re-lived.

A sweet lil' post here.

Bikram said...

Hmmm as such I love roses .. But to have a rose that has turned golden reminding you fo That Day or Those days that were.. what more would one want ..

The eyes gelamed hmmmm

Excellent words tulika ..

Vinz said...

Last too para's were too good..!!


Vintage Obsession said...

AWWW i like it:) beautifully put

Suresh Kumar said...

Nice poem... Yaadein yaad aathi hain... :)

Destiny's child... said...

Beautiful...I love these things, roses, peacock feather, leaves in a book...lovely :)

akanksha said...

That was beautiful! Very well expressed!Loved it!

anubhavb said...

Beautiful use of the imagery of the a red rose turned golden with age... :) - amazing poetry as always (excuse the oxymoron :D)

Tulika said...

@ All:



Sneha said...

Beautiful it is..!!!